Lately, like this morning, the news weighs on me. I saw an advertisement for a 25-pound blanket that should help me sleep. The news sits on me like 25 pounds or more, and it does not comfort, does not help me sleep. I was thinking about the news while walking along the creek when through the branches I saw goslings!
It’s a bad photo, and goslings grow up to be geese, of which we have no shortage. But there’s something heart-catching and heart-healing about the sight of goslings—or ducklings, puppies, kittens, calves, foals, lambs, the babies we hold and burp and peek-a-boo.
For a poem, today’s is Eating the Avocado, by Carrie Fountain.