A Bird and a Rock

High up in the North, in the land called Svithjod, there stands a rock. It is a hundred miles high and a hundred miles wide. Once every thousand years a little bird comes to the rock to sharpen its beak.
When the rock has thus been worn away, then a single day of eternity will have gone by.

From The Story of Mankind, by Henrik Willem van Loon.

This to me is eerie and frightening. But wait! If I turn the telescope around to look through the other end, my own life springs into focus. I see a universe of which I am the center.  It is composed of home, family, friends, and dotted with experiences, challenges and beliefs. This universe is perfectly tailored to my needs, and designed to last exactly as long as I do.

I have no reason to fear the little bird.



A New Adventure

A New Adventure Greetings, O Reader, and welcome! You are witnessing the launch of my blog (and can there be an uglier word?).  This blog will be a portfolio of my work, and evidence of my delight in playing with words.  I feel a bit shy about sharing, yet eager too. Long ago I saw the Disney movie Cinderella. In it the fairy godmother spoke about words, apropos of what I don’t remember.  “Windowsill”, she said, is long and narrow, while “Apple dumpling” is round and fat.  Not all words speak themselves as clearly as these, but all have their best uses.  I’ll be looking for those uses. Some months ago, daughter Kerrie offered to help me start a blog.  Who, me?!  I thought; but soon the question became, Why not?  With her extensive and patient help, I’m here.  Thanks, Kerrie!