island eyes

island eyes

“Island living has been a lens through which to examine my own life…I must keep my lens when I go back…  I must remember to see with island eyes.  The shells will remind me; they must be my island eyes.” Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea...
sanctuary

sanctuary

At the end of The Hours, in the Acknowledgments, Michael Cunningham thanks Three Lives and Company for being in existence. He describes this bookstore as “…a sanctuary and, to me, the center of the universe.  It has for some time been the most reliable...
friday night lights

friday night lights

Last Friday night, at Leon Coverson Stadium in Greenville, Georgia, the Patriots faced the Cougars.  It was the red and black against the blue and white.  At the start of the game, the sun lingered behind a cloud.  A few minutes later, smoke from the concession stand...
twinkling leaves

twinkling leaves

I hear the rain, and then I don’t.  I look out the window to see the bright green end-of-summer leaves twinkling, like stars, better than stars.  I look to the sky for an explanation.  The drops of rain are carefully spaced apart, and the sun is shining.  The drops...