Dylan Thomas
The birds of the winged trees flying my name Above the farms and the white horses I rose in rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days. – Dylan Thomas
The birds of the winged trees flying my name Above the farms and the white horses I rose in rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days. – Dylan Thomas
I found myself knocking on an unlikely door recently. I’m not a religious person, but I arrived at the door of St. Augustine’s church to light a candle for a friend. As I struggled with the key code, a woman appeared next to me and let me in. After lighting the candle I turned around…
February can be bleak and so when pink and red hearts start appearing in storefronts, I appreciate the splash of color. I like Valentine’s Day and its over-the-top gaudiness: stuffed animals clutching red satin hearts with “I love you” written in script; cheap chocolates, red wine, those gross, powdery heart candies. I think it’s a…
Ray Whitaker, director of elder fitness at the YMCA, sees the link between physical fitness and mental well-being as inextricable.
Beth Kehoe, a lively 86 year old, lives in the Oak Bluffs house built by her late husband. She relies on a variety of local services to assist her each day, from Meals on Wheels lunches to the Vineyard Village volunteers who bring her grocery shopping and to the YMCA, where she swims laps in…