I was having an email conversation with a friend today and we were talking about how we get lost in dealing with the stuff we accumulate, finding time and patience to deal with it all. I remembered this poem by Barbara Crooker (find her here) and thought it related to our feelings and situation. Here we were emailing each other rather than spend the time and money to actually talk on the phone. It happens and sometimes it's good, but it makes me wonder about "Being in the Middle" (click image to enlarge)
I listed some ribbons I recently dyed on my lasfibers Etsy shop and also if you haven't had time to hear my podcast here with Rice Freeman-Zachery I hope you find time to do that.
Barbara Crooker has several poetry books published but this is one I recommend, Radiance.