Christmas Day


Christmas Light
by May Sarton

When everyone had gone
I sat in the library
With the small silent tree,
She and I alone.
How softly she shone!

And for the first time then
For the first time this year,
I felt reborn again,
I knew love’s presence near.

Love distant, love detached
And strangely without weight,
Was with me in the night
When everyone had gone
And the garland of pure light
Stayed on, stayed on.

"Christmas Light" by May Sarton from Collected Poems. © Norton, 1993.
Source: The Writer's Almanac.


Happy Birthday, Piper

And now you are 13.

Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we should honor as well as love the dog of our own life, and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born. What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?
— Mary Oliver, Dog Songs

Doggy in the window

Every time we pass by this house on Ash Street, I look for a sweet face in the window. And nearly every time, a sleepy gaze follows our slow, meandering progress.

The dog’s gaze is an examination, a regard: a gaze at another animate creature. He sees us, which might imply he thinks about us — and we like to be considered.
— Alexandra Horowitz, Inside of a Dog