The Bed by the Window by Robinson Jeffers www.torhouse.org I chose the bed downstairs by the sea window for a good deathbed when we built the house. It is ready, waiting, unused unless by some guest in a twelvemonth who hardly suspects its latter p
Read more…Spring Watching Pavilion by Ho Xuan Huong, 18th century Vietnamese poetess A gentle spring evening arrives airily, unclouded by worldly dust. Three times the bell tolls echoes like a wave. We see heaven upside down in sad puddles. Love's vast sea
Read more…Hi Irene, I'm privileged to be working with a centenarian, age 104, who is from a Latin American culture. I speak a little Spanish, which is one of the reasons I was assigned to her. She has had a stroke, and so in addition to having difficulty unde
Read more…A week ago today, a patient named John made his transition. He continues to touch my life deeply. The quality of his presence is still with me, to the extent that I have not yet experienced the sadness of grief. Tears of joy came upon hearing exquisi
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