“The universe is made of stories, not atoms“ Muriel Rukseyer Persephone It’s spring. I return to the same place again and again.  Something is different each time.  The place has changed or have I.  Or could it be the moment?  The history of time that has preceded this moment.  I see peonies in full bloom…

Last night, Agastya, fourteen and rather tall now, informed me after dinner, “I am going out for ice-cream.”  I ran after him.  “Are you meeting a friend? Why are you getting ice-cream now?  Don’t buy ice-cream just for yourself – can you bring some back for me.  Don’t spend too much.” A few minutes later,…