The Dutch cleanser woman led us to infinity

Last month at Churchmouse After Hours we plodded through deserts, rode ships, dug tunnels and escaped tyranny. We followed T.S. Eliot’s magi at “Just the worst the worst time of the year / For a journey, and such a long journey: / The ways deep and the weather sharp, / the very dead of winter.”Continue reading “The Dutch cleanser woman led us to infinity”

We Creatures of the Earth Must Move and Move Again—

. . . a matter of sense—the thousand-eyed, thousand-eared alertness of a flock. The strategies are given names— I don’t know them. What sticks for me is how the air itself is altered. The way light bends back from bellies and wings as they turn. Churchmouse is back home—only to ponder what it means toContinue reading “We Creatures of the Earth Must Move and Move Again—”