Read this Mary Oliver poem at your own risk, friends. I had forgotten that Oliver can be so gruesome as she pins down the butterfly… The Rabbit Scatterghost, it can’t float away. And the rain, everybody’s brother, won’t help. And…
“…. I set off in search of a cup of tea. At Hakujukan, the lodge next to Eiheiji, I encountered a friendly [Buddhist] nun with a kind, open face. I asked her a question, and we fell into easy conversation.”…
On a Snow-Kissed Day, A Question Why do we feed the birds? Tell me, friend, and maybe then I’ll know what I need to know. The Sherman brothers – Richard and Robert – wrote “Feed the Birds” for the 1964…