Letter from Jenny
Come to me with beauty,Â
I require it to stay alive.~Maire Saaritsa
Dear Springhouse community,
I am called to speak of beauty this month, and I, like the poet Maire, need it to stay alive.Â
When it comes to beauty, words fall short, so I will keep it simple.Â
StrawberriesAndrew’s smile Andy’s helloLizzie’s bright blue eyesFur under my handA warm egg from the hen house Approaching a door with...
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make wome...
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