Retirement gives us time to pause with poets both living and dead. We could do worse than spend some time in their world. Poetry has a way of staying with us. It becomes part of our blood. It is concise, meaningful, and nourishing.
When Your Body Speaks, Are You Listening? | Sixty And…
At 62, I can tell you that my breakdown was the greatest gift of my life. I know how that sounds. At 55, lying awake shaking at 3am, I would not have believed it either. Going Straight Through the Darkness Dante wrote that the journey to the other side of
