First let me say that I know I have been only vaguely present here since my retreat. Thank you for your patience, as I regroup and process my journeys. Anyway, as I often do on weekends, I’d planned to share some poetry with you today. Using my little magical gift of blogomancy, was it only … Read more
Harvests are best gathered during the energies following the Full Moon. So for a kind of lunar Lughnasadh, I offer one of my favorites by the glorious Mary Oliver. Blessed be. Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith by Mary Oliver Every summer I listen and look under the sun’s brass and even into … Read more
… without saying, Happy Birthday, Jerry! I am forever Grateful. Stella Blue Lyrics: Robert Hunter, Music: Jerry Garcia All the years combine They melt into a dream; A broken angel sings From a guitar. In the end there’s just a song Comes crying up the night Through all the broken dreams, And vanished years, Stella … Read more
I have had this much on my mind in the past few weeks, and so naturally, as these things always work, my friend Lynn Hayes just “happened” to have posted it on her site today. So I will echo her wisdom to share these words, because I know we need them now. May they resonate … Read more
Everything is Waiting for You by David Whyte Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely, even you, at times, have … Read more
Too Alone by Ranier Maria Rilke From Rilke’s Book Of Hours translated by Anita Barrows & Joanna Macy I’m too alone in the world, yet not alone enough to make each hour holy I’m too small in the world, yet not small enough to be simply in your presence, like a thing— just as it … Read more
This was shared here on the blog by Laurie, back in May of 2007. She is also known as Libra Moon and is a poet and visionary of the highest order. Blessings to you, Laurie. ~ B. In the garden rags and broken bits, trailing paper ribbons, shards and excrement, weave a picture, a scene … Read more
A Night-Rain in Summer by James Henry Leigh Hunt Open the window, and let the air Freshly blow upon face and hair, And fill the room, as it fills the night, With the breath of the rain’s sweet might. Hark! the burthen, swift and prone! And how the odorous limes are blown! Stormy Love’s abroad, … Read more
Rice By Mary Oliver It grew in the black mud. It grew under the tiger’s orange paws. Its stems thicker than candles, and as straight. Its leaves like the feathers of egrets, but green. The grains cresting, wanting to burst. Oh, blood of the tiger. I don’t want you to just sit at the table. … Read more
Found on the incomparable Joanna Macy’s website. Blessings! A Warrior Has No Safety Net by Kirstin George I walk on the precarious edge of the new and the old, wanting to shed the locks and lies of a mechanical world, eager to dive into the smooth cool water of abundant life. ********* I am young, … Read more