
It is full summer here in Vermont, and the focus of everyday life has shifted outside. The promised, and much-needed, rain has held off and the morning is lovely, the sky a rich cerulean blue punctuated by thin white clouds. … Continue reading
It is full summer here in Vermont, and the focus of everyday life has shifted outside. The promised, and much-needed, rain has held off and the morning is lovely, the sky a rich cerulean blue punctuated by thin white clouds. … Continue reading
This is a post in the series of conversations with remarkable individuals we meet.
Several years ago American Theater ran a brief story about a young actress who approached Mother Teresa about making change in the world. Mother Teresa said something to the effect that only art can make change in Western countries as only art can free the heart from the effects of loneliness and hopelessness. I often think poets are in the forefront in melting the heart of Windigo. Continue reading
Happy Thanksgiving! This is the first of what I hope will be a series of brief, occasional, portraits of some of the remarkable people I meet, folks who embody the presence and spirit of the Creator. Today, in honor of Thanksgiving, we introduce Wanda Robertson, and her mission to keep alive the memory and spirit of her son.