Betwixt Lakeland & Edinburgh
When I am among the trees ā¦they call again, āItās simple,ā they say,āand you too have comeinto the world to do this, to go easy, to be filledwith light, and to shine.ā Mary Oliver Early morning light and early evening light often bring Mary Oliver to mind: she and her trees, she and they shining, … Continue reading Itās simple
Tonight I want to say a big thank you to the friends in my life (who know who they are, and only some of whom are named hereunder) who share their reading with me – and sometimes, wonderfully, their thoughts about their reading. I often contemplate what Mary Oliver called my / their / our … Continue reading The sharing
Build it, and it will comeEmpty out a drawer for someoneThey will fill itShare your work every dayPeople will find itWalk and your legs will strengthenOpen your hours and your days will fillSpeak as though youāve arrivedAnd reality will realign Brianna WiestSalt Water Springās awakening in Edinburgh is wonderfully underway and Iāve been out and … Continue reading Awakening
Among the pleasures I’ve celebrated today – 2-2-22 – has been news from a new friend who wrote of hers in taking delivery of a copy of Devotions, and that … ‘yes, Mary Oliver definitely nailed the important things in Wild Geese.’ Mary Oliver will have known, in her time on earth, of just how … Continue reading Self-Portrait
The butterfly’s loping flightcarries it through the country of the leaves,delicately, and well enough to get itwhere it wants to go, wherever that is … Mary Oliver From One or Two Things Reading poetry about butterflies in the same morning as more about neurosculpting has somewhat merged the two in my mind. I imagine neural … Continue reading Iridescence
ā¦ The tree was a treewith happy leaves,and I was myself,and there were stars in the skythat were also themselvesat the momentat which momentmy right handwas holding my left handwhich was holding the treewhich was filled with starsand the soft rain āimagine! imagine!the long and wondrous journeysstill to be ours. Mary OliverFromLast night the rain … Continue reading Lake replenishment
Last night, an owlin the blue darktossedan indeterminate numberof carefully shaped sounds intothe world, in which, a quarter of a mile away, I happenedto be standing … Mary Oliverfrom Snowy Night There’s been a hushed stillness here today. My morning walk gave way to a post-thaw amble after dark. I’ve been pondering the ‘power’ of a … Continue reading Silence and stillness
Mary Oliver famously wrote about your / our āplace in the family of thingsā in her glorious poem Wild Geese – which still strikes awe in me after the umpteenth reading … … the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting ā over and over announcing … Continue reading The family of things
I truly believe that books can be life-givers, life-savers, as important to our well-being and growth as are food and drink. I just shouted āyyeesssā when I saw one of Matt Haigās posts on Instagram … View this post on Instagram A post shared by Matt Haig (@mattzhaig) … and then again when I read … Continue reading Life
Now or never. Is this an advertising hoarding for Eckhart Tolle’s ‘The Power of Now’? Well, it may be, for all I know. But it’s more obviously a giant headbanging brick wall of a general invitation to everyone, everywhere, to ask ourselves, as Mary Oliver put it: āWhat is itĀ youĀ plan toĀ doĀ with your oneĀ wild and precious … Continue reading Now or never
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