“Is life too short to be taking this shit, or is life too short to be minding it?” – Violet Weingarten I spent part of the morning walking in the woods, seeking out the quiet reflections on an inky black pond nearby. October makes those reflections particularly brilliant and I wondered at my solitude with…
For the last few weeks Orion has greeted me in the dark beginnings of the day, reminding me that he’s been waiting all along for me to see him again. Like an old friend, mostly, who has entered the scene after some time away. Or maybe we are the ones re-entering the scene. So much…
How have I not made a note of every wordYou ever saidAnd time, is not on our sideBut I’ll pretend that it’s alright– Mumford & Sons, Beloved Each conversation, each moment of insight and full awareness of another’s presence is a gift twice given; now and in our memories. Life is a series of such…
When I am among the trees,especially the willows and the honey locust,equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,they give off such hints of gladness,I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am so distant from the hope of myself,in which I have goodness, and discernment,and never hurry through the world but…
Rivers and stones are foreverin allegiance with gravitywhile we ourselves dream of rising.– Mary Oliver, Mysteries, Yes How do you explain yourself when someone jokingly asks you the question, “You don’t watch TV, what do you do?” I heard that question yesterday, smiled and said I keep busy. For how do you tell someone who…
The singular and cheerful lifeof any flowerin anyone’s gardenor any still unowned field— if there are any—catches meby the heart,by its color, by its obedienceto the holiest of laws:be aliveuntil you are not.– Mary Oliver, The Singular and Cheerful Life We all have gut punches along the way. Moments of bliss interrupted by the fiercest…
May I never not be frisky,May I never not be risqué. May my ashes, when you have them, friend,and give them to the ocean, leap in the froth of the waves,still loving movement, still ready, beyond all else,to dance for the world.– Mary Oliver, Prayer It’s been almost a year now, and I think of…
How difficult it is to die from my disbelief and kneel down to the truer underlying font of happiness waiting to break the enclosing surface, to believe in my body that I deserve the full spacious sense of not being thirsty anymore, of living a present contentment.– David Whyte, Newly Married The realization of not…
we will be remembered in the way others still live, and still live on, in our love.– David Whyte, Everlasting There’s a certain look in the eye of the next generation, both uncertain and certain at the same time. A look that says “I’ve got this” that convinces you that yes indeed, they really can…
“For Sayonara, literally translated, ‘Since it must be so,’ of all the good-bys I have heard is the most beautiful. Unlike the Auf Wiedershens and Au revoirs, it does not try to cheat itself by any bravado ‘Till we meet again,’ any sedative to postpone the pain of separation. It does not evade the issue…
