Time’s Winged Chariot

But at my back I always hear/Time’s winged chariot hurrying near–Andrew Marvel (1621-1678) Before you think this post is going to be a downer, let me assure you it is quite the opposite.  Allow me to explain… First of all, the poem. Notice the poet’s dates. 1621-1678. This is a long time ago. How long? Shakespeare…

Respite- It’s bigger than you think.

So my blog’s raison d’etre is to offer “respite to weary souls.”  I claim “it is no small thing.”  Let me offer proof: The things of respite–art, music, theater, writing, all forms of entertainment–remind us of why we do everything else.  Art-the beauty of creation; music-lifting the soul toward heaven, whatever music speaks to you;…