April is National Poetry Month
and the days are flying by …
and the days are flying by …
almost Spring, almost warm, and suddenly … there is more light, and suddenly daffodils and robins and the smell of damp earth yearning for fresh seeds. Suddenly it’s March again. Women’s History Month … In like a lion, out like a lamb? We’ll see about that.
A special edition offering first & foremost …
…when under the guise of remembering our fallen heroes ….
Finally … the place I knew would be home from then on … and so it has been.
… or maybe not.
I remind myself of the good that is happening everywhere, thanks to the everyday people who have chosen to neither stand back nor stand by.
… we and the world are alive again today, and this is the world’s birthday. And even though we’ll never be young again, we also know we’re still right here.
What a turnout for the launch of ‘All In The Soup Together … Four Seasons Of Recipes & Reflections’!
Sunday’s “Group Soup Book Launch” is taking a lot of my time this week, but it’s not the only thing happening.
To my principle of balance being best achieved when sharing both philosophical reflections and comic relief, here are two for your consideration.
I’ve heard it said that people all over the world are made the same … only the soups are different. I like to believe this is true.