The Constancy of Change

The Constancy of Change

“I hate change.”  Hanne and I are wheeling back from the compost bin just before lunch. “I LOVE change!”  Hanne exclaims.  Sometimes I wish that I, too, had a slightly stronger predilection for change and transition. I remember this brief...
Rain Kissed

Rain Kissed

It’s on cold, wet days like these that I am thankful for the standing water in my tub that drains at the speed of a drunken tortoise.  I am thankful for the extra moments of lapping warmth that my numb feet get to soak in.  I stop, and I stand for a minute to...