On Monday, in my writing group, we read Maggie Smith's poem "Threshold." The three of us all thought of threshold differently. One, thought of the exact moment of crossing between as in the point when the light turns to darkness each evening. Another imagined a going between space, the movement from one thing to the … Continue reading Thresholds: The Sacred Rituals of the Everyday
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How We Live Our Lives
There are two Canada geese nesting on the pond, but only one mate. My son and I go out in the kayak in the middle of May. The frogs are mating. Guttural and loud, the sound echoes from the shore of the pond. We watch them in the shallow water laying on each other. There … Continue reading How We Live Our Lives
Emily Arnason Casey 