A poem by Mary Oliver Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives — tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like? Do you think this world was only…
I crouch in the stillness of the cold, sharp air as first light appears, suddenly surrounded by the absence of imaginary things. Unruly thoughts dissipate. Touched by the light water, mountain, sky. Transformed.
You moved me through each room ~ after hypnotherapy All the rooms are empty, as if no one had ever lived in them. You ask where am I & I say, the kitchen, the windows broken, the curtains ragged, dust thick on the counters & dead birds fill the sink….
By Marie Howe, from “The Kingdom of Ordinary Time.” Bless my mother’s body, the first song of her beating heart and her breathing, her voice, which I could dimly hear, grew louder. From inside her body I heard almost every word she said. Within that girl I drove to the…
The Summer Day: A poem by Mary Oliver Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- The one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
A Poem by David Whyte: In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake, coming back to this life from the other more secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world where everything began, there is a small opening into the new day which closes the moment you begin your plans.
Dawna Markova wrote… I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear Of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, To allow my living to open me, To make me less afraid, More accessible;