“My soul can find no staircase to Heaven unless it be through Earth's loveliness.” - Michelangelo This week is a time to meditate upon the agonies and ecstasies of life as being but a singular process of creation, one in which every pressure put upon you...

My November Guest by Robert Frost “My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. . .” It is November and...