The Dervish is Still Whirling
June 26, 2010
Three months, fifteen pounds, blowing bubbles and smiling We (my son who is home for two weeks – hurrah, and I) were talking this morning as we walked, about the jolt that triggers a forgotten memory. The jolt might be a fragrance, the sight of something, or someone mentioning a long lost event. I wish … More The Dervish is Still Whirling