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To Be On Our Way

In the deep falldon’t you imagine the leaves think howcomfortable it will be to touchthe earth instead of thenothingness of air and the endlessfreshets of wind? And don’t you thinkthe trees themselves, especially those with mossy,warm caves, begin to thinkof the birds that will come – six, a dozen – to sleepinside their bodies? And…

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To understand many things you must reach out of your own condition. — Mary Oliver, Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way There’s a place for nuance. There’s a place for understanding. And above all, there’s a place for meeting in the middle. This inclination to receptiveness runs counter to the toxic stagnation of self-centered. There…

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Making Room

Things! Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful fire! More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing—the reason they can fly.— Mary Oliver, Storage We talk of downsizing. Simplifying. Getting rid of stuff that doesn’t matter in favor of that which matters very much: Elbow room for…

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Turning Inward for Answers

He went to ParisLooking for answersTo questions that bothered him so— Jimmy Buffett, He Went to Paris “As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson And now I will tell you the truth.Everything in the worldcomes. At least, closer. And, cordially.— Mary Oliver, Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does It…

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To Feel, and Dream, and Go

“Books and books and books—some five hundred volumes in all. Books of the sea and books of the land, some of them streaked with salt, collected with love and care over more than twenty-five years.Melville, Conrad, London, Stevenson; Gauguin and Loti and Rupert Brooke; Lubbock, Masefield, De Hartog—Slocum and Rockwell Kent; Trelawny and Cook and…

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Consider Life an Adventure

“An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.” ― G.K. Chesterton Admittedly, I’m tired writing this. Two weeks of travel and burning the candle at both ends and I’m worn out. But that’s why we dance with coffee, isn’t it? To press ahead just a bit further….