This morning I’ve been tidying up scattered papers, gluing poems into my scrapbook, and rereading precious entries. One poem I added today is “Everything is Waiting for You”, by David Whyte. You can listen to him read it aloud, here. Imagine my delight to then go to refill my coffee cup, and find a loveContinue reading “My Coffee Cup Loves Me”
Category Archives: Sacred Wild
Watch This More than Once
“The hallmark of the coming decades will be grief.” (Francis Weller) I’ve had an unsettled feeling lately, even though things in my life are going well. It’s like an absence, a loneliness for something that I didn’t know was gone. Lately I’m missing the hummingbirds, but their leaving is a scheduled departure, and my heartContinue reading “Watch This More than Once”
Unusual Mosquitos
These were not the usual mosquitos to greet me in the predawn hour. Every morning, unless it is raining, I am up and out the door with my coffee, my journal, and my many thoughts. When a mosquito or two come to join me, I wave them off with instruction to “go feed the birds.”Continue reading “Unusual Mosquitos”
Do Not Ask Rock to Be Rain
Flower pushes through a crack in Rock, barely a crack, yet there it is, a Flower. Such a small fragile Being, to meet the challenge of Rock, to emerge into the light of day, its tiny self reaching bravely toward Sun. And Spirit says, “Dear One, you are growing in such a rocky place. YouContinue reading “Do Not Ask Rock to Be Rain”
The Land is Not Sad
“The Spirit of the Land is not sad. Even though we may be on the path to destruction, the Land is not sad. This is the way of death and life and death and life. Do we grieve the loss of dinosaurs? There will again be life, even if it is not human life. ThereContinue reading “The Land is Not Sad”
