A mole is in the garden. I am at the nursery buying flowers. It is Spring. Here are three poems to tickle the mind this morning… How A Thought Thinks By Kay Ryan A thought is dumb, without eyes, ears,…
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A bee in winter travels into the new year finds open flower * * * Happy New Year, friends! I took an online haiku class this fall through St. Mary’s Sewanee. You might want to check out their offerings for…
My friend Mary Jo gave me a beautiful book of Christmas poems, and I’d love to share three of them this morning. Whatever else the day holds for you, I hope you find a moment of peace and stillness in…
For my friend who has suffered a profound loss, and for anyone lost… For the Interim Time by John O’Donohue When near the end of day, life has drained Out of light, and it is too soon For the mind…
As we leave February behind, here are a few thoughts and photos from a chilly day at the beach. Also – just so you know – I haven’t heard anything from Reese or Hello Sunshine on my job application! I’ll…
I spent last weekend in my hometown. On the plane and in bed I read “The Testaments” by Margaret Atwood, which I didn’t expect to love but did. Often I was with my father, still himself and also not himself,…
The grass in my yard crunches underfoot, yellow as straw in some places. Pepper rouses small tornadoes of dust as she chases the squirrels. Yet the trees remain mostly green heading into October – a dry green, a stubborn green…
On my best days I feel more gratitude and less worry. Often those are the days I’ve puttered around my yard, a good dog not far away. She’s sniffing for the coyotes who have taken up residence in the thick…
Have you heard? Mary Oliver has died. The best beloved poet of our time? Yes. Maybe. But I’m sure – not only in my mind. She walked in beauty, like the night.