Needing to feel grounded, I sit outside, an acorn in my hand. A slight breeze brushes my face. I loosen my grip on the acorn; and it feels lighter, as if it might mysteriously dissolve and flow into my veins. Does this acorn hold within its DNA the tiny thing Julian of Norwich held in […]
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It is okay to weep in the aisles wiping tears before handling grapes, sampling wines. Red or white? Just choose. Your heart won’t know the difference. No matter that the woman with the chic side braid—her child pushing the cart, training to become a customer— stares at you as though you’re out of line, then […]