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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

the shining sun....

In the winter, when things are this cold, I am especially glad to see the latest edition of The Sun magazine arrive, as it did yesterday afternoon. Ahhh. Another friend then left us last night, suddenly. (Goodbye, MO, thank you.) This, happening in the context of life being generally on the challenging side - in that way it especially is when short-sightedness and greed try to prevail over wisdom and truth - this means I am especially ready for an injection of unfiltered, respectful communication about the world.  The Sun arrived just in time.

And it's deceivingly sunny out there, as well. The chickens are stuck in their henhouse, the poor ones, bored but warmed by their collective body heat. One more week if this, and spring may show herself.

The Sun is a monthly magazine of writing, poetry and photographs, and it is completely subscription-driven. No ads. Repeat: No advertising. (In this March issue, a former editor writes that there was a firm rule in his/her unnamed magazine that nothing could be printed that would offend self-censorship as a guiding principle. Hm.) In The Sun, "...the personal essays, short stories, interviews, poetry, and photographs that appear in its pages explore the challenges we face and the moments when we rise to meet those challenges."


The Sun. Past issues can be read in part online, by the way. Treat yourself. Subscribe.