Howdy. I saw a tornado of cottonwood on my deck today. It’s that time of year. The lawn is edged in white. The news of the world and my country’s official take on those news events have left me without adequate words. Fortunately a Facebook friend named Bob Dixon-Kolar made a couple posts that caught my attention this week. One is this passage by John Donne, which is taken from  Meditation 17, from Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions. Donne wrote it in prose in 1624, but … [Read more...]