Oct 23 2017

Morning Prayer

Morning Prayer among the Sunflowers


All was dark, 

then a sliver of light, 

then all things golden, 

and fully alive

Golden light in buckets 

Pouring down from heaven

Healing rain. 

Healing rain

Of light 

And joy

Dec 10 2015

Noel. Light Has Come

It’s Christmastime. Noel. Peace on Earth, good will to all. Light has come, and is in us and around us and through us if we just turn inwards, upwards and outwards and notice. Light is Come. Enjoy this piece of my inward, upward and outward journey toward Light.

May 5 2013

The Earth’s Poem







“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

Aug 21 2012

Breathing in the Last Few Minutes of Summer

Today is the last day of summer.  Coincidentally, I came across this poem by Mary Oliver that sums up pretty well about the shift between summer’s long sunny days and autumns’shortening days and  rigid schedules. Breathing in the last few minutes of summer….I hope it’s been a great one for you.  Enjoy the poem!

Just When the Calendar Began to Say Summer

I went out of the schoolhouse fast
and through the garden to the woods,
and spent all summer forgetting what I’d been taught –

two times two, and diligence and so forth,
how to be modest, and useful and how to succeed and so forth,
machines and oil and plastic and money and so forth.

By fall I had healed somewhat, but was summoned back
to the chalky rooms and the desks to sit and remember

the way the river kept rolling it’s pebbles,
the way the wild wren sang though they hadn’t a penny in the bank,
the way the flowers were dressed in nothing but light.

~Mary Oliver

Jul 13 2012

What I’ve Learned So Far


What I’ve Learned So Far
by Mary Oliver

Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside,
looking into the shining world?

Because, properly attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion.

Can one be passionate about the just, the ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit to no labor in its cause?

I don’t think so.

All summations have a beginning,
all effect has a story,
all kindness begins with the sown seed.

Thought buds toward radiance.
The gospel of light is the crossroads of indolence, or action.

Be ignited, or be gone.

Jul 12 2012

Praise For Blue


I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
e. e. cummings