Hopelessness is like getting your skin wet and exposed in winter – all the heat leaches out of you, and the ice finds your heart, and that is that. But on solstice night, I heard the faint hooting of the owl. Even more than that, I heard the promise of renewal whispered in the tones […]
No Matter What They Say You do not have to get over it.You will carry your griefand be carried by lossin any way the carrying happens.As if you had a choice.Grief builds rooms inside youno one else will ever see,rooms with doorsonly you can pass throughfilled with songs or silenceonly you can hear.Rest here. Or
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A Bee’s Advice Seek beauty.Gather goodness.Transform it into something golden.Make enough to feedyour community and beyond. Sting when necessary. Repeat. ~Kelly Chripczuk
When I am Among the Trees Mary Oliver 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,
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For When People Ask I want a word that means okay and not okay, a word that meansdevastated and stunned with joy. I want the word that says I feel it all all at once.The heart is not like a songbird singing only one note at a time, more like a Tuvan throat singerable to
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The Patience of Ordinary Things Pat Schneider It is a kind of love, is it not?How the cup holds the tea,How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,How the floor receives the bottoms of shoesOr toes. How soles of feet knowWhere they’re supposed to be.I’ve been thinking about the patienceOf ordinary things, how clothesWait respectfully in
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I’d love to livelike a river flows,carried by the surpriseof its own unfolding. John O’Donohue
what can I say? What can I say?What can I say that I have not said before?So I’ll say it again.The leaf has a song in it.Stone is the face of patience.Inside the river there is an unfinishable storyand you are somewhere in itand it will never end until all ends.Take your busy heart to
” When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it beAnd in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it be” This time it was the lyrics of Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer “Amen” reminding me how to be.
