And in the shadow of our human dream of falling, human voices are Creation’s most recent flowers, mere buds of fire nodding on their stalks.— Li-Young Lee, Dying Stupid Working through the gardening shed, I found a terra cotta pot sporting hints of old root filaments, betraying its previous occupant from last season. Each life…
Sleep baby sleepNow that the night is overAnd the sun comes like a godInto our roomAll perfect light and promises— INXS, New Sensation The days of May grow longer and full of daylight, which means that the early morning hours are brighter and full of their own promise. These are the days when I wake…
“All people, no matter who they are, all wish they’d appreciated life more. It’s what you do in life that’s important, not how much time you have or what you wished you’d done.” — David Bowie “If you feel safe in the area you’re working in, you’re not working in the right area. Always go…
I could feel at the timeThere was no way of knowingFallen leaves in the nightWho can say where they’re blowing?As free as the windHopefully learningWhy the sea on the tideHas no way of turningMore than thisYou know there’s nothingMore than thisTell me one thingMore than thisOoh there’s nothing— Roxy Music, More Than This Life keeps…
“If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need” — Cicero My attention comes back to the garden this time of year. It’s too soon for annuals, too early for most perennials, and my sinuses are reminding me that the cool air is filling up with pollen. We celebrate the great…
Our life is frittered away by detail. An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand; instead…
“I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.” — Rabindranath Tagore As spring usually goes this time of year in recent years, we seemingly went right from winter to summer, fooling the daffodils and hyacinth into blooming quickly, lest they…
Greek coffee is a lot like Cuban or Turkish coffee. Strong and bitter and best mixed with a bit of sweetness. They warn you when you receive it not to drink it to the last drop, for you’ll find the grounds there. There’s none of that filtering nonsense with Greek coffee, friend. Americans drink to…
the path to heaven doesn’t lie down in flat miles.It’s in the imaginationwith which you perceivethis world, and the gestureswith which you honor it — Mary Oliver, The Swan Heaven is right here, friends. Whatever comes later is unknown to all of us, no matter how much faith we hold. The trick is to be…
Today being Easter and this blog never about religion, per se, but philosophy and nature and the bold act of reaching for something more than what we were yesterday, it seemed appropriate to talk about the rising. Not Jesus, for this I defer to the experts of stories written in the Bible (and only the…