Outside, a mild summer has yielded to a brilliant fall. While I was consumed by work at my new company, Maya witnessed the end of a season. She didn’t understand it when it happened. And she still doesn’t.
It was early May, I think
a moment of lilac or dogwood
when so many promises are made
it hardly matters if a few are broken – from The Happiest Day, Linda Pastan
During my just concluded visit to India, I went running in the land of a thousand hills, Kodagu.
Our integrity, our desire to walk our talk, faces the strongest assault when it is not us but the ones we love who have to pay for the consequences of our choices.