Talking In My Sleep

      For the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens, It fills the endless yearning of the soul. It lives within a star too far to dream of, It lives within each part and is the whole.   It’s the fire and the wings that fly us home.                                                                           Joe Henry   A few weeks ago my wife and I purchased property adjacent to our own in northern Vermont.  It consists of 21 acres of tiered meadows alongside wooded hillsides and ravines.  A small, two-story house sits along the road that leads from nearby Lowell Village up H...

  The Class of 1915                                                          Camp Hill High School, circa 1915 We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.                                           T. S. Elliott                              ...