time

In ordinary time the grass keeps growing, brambles continue their offensive against my legs, and the thrush sings beautifully in the trees above the house. In ordinary time the lake is drying up, a young squirrel is stealing my wild strawberries, and I catch the scent of wild honeysuckle and smile. We keep on working, … Read more

In this strange, boundaryless season, the marking of time helps shape our sense of identity. Small rituals and notes of celebration affirm our presence in the present and remind us that we are still moving. When my brother Jules was born in 1967, there is no anticipation that people with Downs Syndrome would live into … Read more