Emily Dickinson

March is the Month of Expectation.

A Lenten Reflection on Emily Dickinson

Drunk on nectar until we die and life goes onto the next.

There are moments when the profane cannot avoid, let alone hide, the universal.

There Will Always Be Worse Deaths Than You Expected.

“A Rapid — Footless Guest — / To Offer Whom a Chair / Were as Impossible as Hand / A Sofa to the Air —”