For Light by John O’Donohue (1956-2008) from To Bless the Space Between Us Light cannot see inside things. That is what the dark is for: Minding the interior, Nurturing the draw of growth Through places where death In its own way turns into life. In the glare of neon times, Let our eyes not be … Read more
The prolific and beloved Irish poet, writer, and teacher, Seamus Heaney, has died. Heaney received the highest accolades for his work, including the Nobel Prize in Literature (1995), the Golden Wreath of Poetry (2001), the T. S. Eliot Prize (2006) and two Whitbread prizes (1996 and 1999). He was both the Harvard and the Oxford … Read more
I love this poem for the days of Lughnasadh, and so I am encoring my previous posting of it. With the perfect timing of this balsamic Moon, I send you blessings of faith, and abundant, miraculous harvests. Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith by Mary Oliver Every summer I listen and look under … Read more
I thought and thought and thought about what pithy, powerful poetry I might post today for my Solar Return. But this, as it has in past years, suits me just fine. Now we are Six(ty). (ps: If you’d like to help me celebrate my birthday in a beautiful, tangible way, please donate a little (or … Read more
Kiss The Earth by Thich Nhat Hanh Walk and touch peace every moment. Walk and touch happiness every moment. Each step brings a fresh breeze. Each step makes a flower bloom. Kiss the Earth with your feet. Bring the Earth your love and happiness. The Earth will be safe when we feel safe in ourselves.
The Stolen Child by William Butler Yeats Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the … Read more
With thanks to my heart-sister Diane Driver, who shared this with me. Remember – poetry is the world’s oldest form of magickal spell, and is meant to be read aloud. A Sighting by Connie Wanek The gray owl had seen us and had fled but not far. We followed noiselessly, driving him from pine to … Read more
Once again, as I have for many years, I am joining in the Poetry for Brigid Festival. This is an annual world-wide event in honor of the Patron Saint of Ireland and Goddess of healing, smithcraft, and poetry (to name a few of Her purviews). It is held throughout Imbolc, since Her traditional feast day … Read more
Swanlight ~ John O’Donohue © 2001 If it could say itself January Might brighten its syllables on the frost Of these first New Year days whose cold is blue. Meanwhile in this corner of its silence A weak winter sun lowers down behind The moor that rises away from the lake. Beyond reach of light, … Read more