Read this one slowly because each nugget is profound: Freedom is a heavy load, a great strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given but a choice made, and the choice made made may be a hard one. The road goes upwards towards the light, but the latent traveler . . .
Children of Neptune by Lisa G. Froman for the children of Parkland The children, see how they are growing, palms in air, atoning. They are arising. Neptune’s offsprings, they water our lawns with tears and carry our conscience in their levis. Not far from the mother’s breast, they dream of . . .
Later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt? it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere ~Warsan Shire . . .
My friend, Charles Brady, who is a real poet, wrote this brilliant poem about the Massacre at Bowling Green and our post-truth world. I shall say no more as the poem speaks for itself. Brilliance. Kentucky Waltz In Bowling Green, the skies were gray, that winter morn, yet children played, not . . .
The Peace of Wild Things Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace . . .
I can't say I know all that much about poetry, although I was once in love with a poet. Does it count that I love the old song, Poetry in Motion? I've been around poetry. Or, rather, poetry's been around me. Even so, I don't know a quadrille from a sonnet, a pindaric ode from a rondel. Sometimes, . . .
The well-known and beloved Irish poet John O'Donohue (1956-2008) who was known for Celtic spirituality, wrote this beautiful Irish blessing for his mother. Beannacht means blessing in Gaelic. It's the thought for today. Beannacht: A Blessing for the New Year On the day when The weight deadens On . . .
I am on vacation but posts will appear magically every day, by me or another cool blogger. An autumn meditation Little (and big) hints of fall remind us that the year is quickly drawing to an end, and yet, they are more a reminder of life than it is of death. Today, the talented Maureen Kwiat . . .
Everything you need will come to you at the perfect time. Yes, I know this is hard for some to swallow because the Universe has "gifted" them with some tremendous challenges. But have you ever heard someone say that their difficulties, their disease, the problems in their lives were actually a . . .
Are you one of those people who likes things neatly tied up in perfectly fitting boxes? That's how I used to be. Ambiguity was a horrifying thought. Uncertainty used to make me uncomfortable. I've always been a big believer in "what you see is what you get." Now that I'm past midlife, though, I . . .