This is Kansas? Thoughts on a Sunrise over Lake Scott
We classify everything by our own experience. How do we keep this natural self-centeredness from blinding us to new things? This summer my husband and I took our small RV …
We classify everything by our own experience. How do we keep this natural self-centeredness from blinding us to new things? This summer my husband and I took our small RV …
You are mad to be spending the summer in the country, where the days are too quiet and you have so much time to think. In the city you live …
Sit and quiet yourself. Luxuriate in a certain memory and the details will come. Let the images flow. You’ll be amazed at what will come out on paper. I’m still …
It is a pity indeed to travel and not get this essential sense of landscape values. You do not need a sixth sense for it. It is there if you …
The world is never quiet, even its silence eternally resounds with the same notes, in vibrations which escape our ears. As for those that we perceive, they carry sounds to …
“When I was a girl,” she had once told a friend, “I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things, and …
I was quiet, a loner. I was one of those children where, if you put me in a room and gave me some crayons and pencils, you wouldn’t hear from …
Quiet descended, a silence so consuming that even the drafty corridors ceased whistling. Bog wasn’t certain where to look, so he solved the problem by plucking out his eyes and …
