Comments on: The Rabbit https://www.bacononthebookshelf.com/2025/04/05/the-rabbit/ Savory picks for the free range reader Mon, 07 Apr 2025 13:32:04 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.8.5 By: jenniferpuryear https://www.bacononthebookshelf.com/2025/04/05/the-rabbit/#comment-1026969 Mon, 07 Apr 2025 13:32:04 +0000 https://www.bacononthebookshelf.com/?p=545211#comment-1026969 In reply to Paulette.

Mary Oliver saves my life, and daily. I love knowing that you feel the same way about her, Paulette. Thank you so much for being in touch. Xoxo

]]> By: jenniferpuryear https://www.bacononthebookshelf.com/2025/04/05/the-rabbit/#comment-1026968 Mon, 07 Apr 2025 13:30:35 +0000 https://www.bacononthebookshelf.com/?p=545211#comment-1026968 In reply to LaMon Brown.

Oh LaMon, this is harrowing. And beautiful. Just like “The Rabbit.” Thank you for sharing this with me! Xoxo

]]> By: Paulette https://www.bacononthebookshelf.com/2025/04/05/the-rabbit/#comment-1026967 Sun, 06 Apr 2025 13:22:21 +0000 https://www.bacononthebookshelf.com/?p=545211#comment-1026967 Thank you, Jennifer, I am happy when I see Bacon on the Bookshelf in my mail and your posts have lifted my spirits.

The photos are lovely and today’s poem is so fitting for the Easter season … dying, oh my, so many things are dying. How beautifully Mary Oliver captures in the metaphor of the rabbit what we watch die and how we are called to honor death, and yet, down the path is a nest, something being born, a resurrection, hope.

Thank you for this selection. One of her poems saved my life many years ago; it was quite a spiritual moment. Your posting helped me to recall that time and how we are saved by grace and poetry.

Enjoy the season and the blossoms and nature’s glory. We’re blooming here in California! Love to all,
Paulette

]]> By: LaMon Brown https://www.bacononthebookshelf.com/2025/04/05/the-rabbit/#comment-1026966 Sun, 06 Apr 2025 11:41:17 +0000 https://www.bacononthebookshelf.com/?p=545211#comment-1026966 I can’t remember if it was Christian Wiman or Scott Cairns (or someone else!), but he was walking with her to a reading his organization had sponsored. As walked along the city sidewalk, she saw a dead bird, picked it up, looked at it and put it in her pocket. As far as he knew she had it with her for the rest of the day. Perhaps she was going to provide it a better resting place. Beautiful blooms. Peace, LaMon

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