The Bridesmaid’s Speech I have known her all her life. And by that I mean I’ve seen her in the impossible light of girlhood. The spaces in between – the …
Barter Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children’s faces looking up Holding wonder …
Only in our doing can we grasp you. Only with our hands can we illuminate you. The mind is but a visitor. It thinks us out of our world. Each …
This is the time to be slow, Lie low to the wall Until the bitter weather passes. Try as best you can, not to let The wire brush of doubtScrape …
“Listening is the oldest and perhaps the most powerful tool of healing. It is often through the quality of our listening and not the wisdom of our words that we …
Self Portrait It doesn’t interest me if there is one God or many gods. I want to know if you belong or feel abandoned. If you know despair or can see it …
Green life doused still by the pale rainswollen clouds – Margaret Avison
“May I never not be frisky, May I never not be risqué. May my ashes, when you have them, friend, and give them to the ocean, leap in the froth …
So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you. – Mary Oliver
Beannacht On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window …