Nurturing Our Inner Light

“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth … More Nurturing Our Inner Light

Counting My Blessings

A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.  ~ Henry Brooks Adams Drunken desert grackles and wrens were dancing the cha-cha and singing until all hours last night. My Palo Brea is awash in yellow flowers that are apparently quite tasty and fun for birdies.  They were having a nectar festival … More Counting My Blessings