We're all just walking each other home.
The Thanksgiving holiday is a chance to gather with loved ones to celebrate autumn. The fruits of the harvest are laid out on tables. The mirroring of fall color accompanied by savory scents as we attempt to create an atmosphere of presence and thoughtfulness.
We gather with loved ones, in person or in memory, through the images in our minds and memories in our hearts.
Looking back on this weekend, I am reminded how much there is to be...
Neither are these writings of event or of periods of time exactly, but created out of mood, of reaction to various happenings in the world, and of my own searchings and findings in, if you will allow it, the fields of the spirit.”
Consider what is written rather as parts of a conversation, or a long and slowly arriving letter—somewhat disorderly, natural in expression, and happily unfinished."
Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems by Mary Oliver
Over the last couple of days, I have been...
O sacred season of Autumn, be my teacher, for I
wish to learn the virtue of contentment. As I gaze
upon your full-colored beauty, I sense all about
you an at-homeness with your amber riches. You
are the season of retirement, of full barns and
harvested fields. The cycle of growth has ceased,
and the busy work of giving life is now
completed. I sense in you no regrets: you’ve lived
a full life. I live in a society that is ever-restless,
always eager for more mountains to climb,
Welcome to our Holiday Writing Circle!
As we approach the holiday season, I'm thrilled to embark on a reflective journey with all of you. This writing circle is a space for us to come together, share, and explore the beauty of the life we are living during this special time of year.
Over the next six weeks, we'll delve into a series of themes that capture the essence of the holiday season. Each week, I'll provide you with a carefully crafted journaling prompt designed to guide your...
image by Annie Spratt
Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”
Inviting people into our homes gives them a glimpse into our silent obsessions.
The gathered bouquets, furnishings, and seasonal touches invite people into the experience of a home and its owner. The feelings we experience come from the owner's expression of self in their spaces.
When heaven is about to confer a great responsibility on any man, it will exercise his mind with suffering, subject his sinews and bones to hard work, expose his body to hunger, put him to poverty, place obstacles in the paths of his deeds, so as to stimulate his mind, harden his nature, and improve wherever he is incompetent.
MENG TZU (MENCIUS), fourth century BCE1, The Coddling of the American Mind: How Good Intentions and Bad Ideas Are Setting Up a Generation for Failure by Greg...
image by Oliver Hihn
Prayer is the contemplation of the facts of life from the highest point of view.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The most peaceful place I have ever been is a place I only visit in winter. In winter, the animals that call this place home retreat to warmer places to rest and conserve the energy needed for the months ahead.
My first visit to this magical space was filled with the richness of ambient sounds of the swish of my skis as I glided along its trails. I found myself stopping,...
The essence of who we are is inexpressible in language, but the yearning for communion with the self is universal.
We seek connection to the sacredness within ourselves, that inner yearning that is displayed through our advocacy for others is a step towards the self. Bringing us closer to the natural selves of childhood.
Reconnecting with nature invites us into communion with the self, a rejoining of our most natural state within the interconnectedness of the universe.
Regardless of the...
image by Eran Menashri
The stories of violence a world away play on in the background of my days, but it isn’t the evil that has my focus. It is the faces of people rich in community, connectedness, and purpose shared by loved ones.
The mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters living a life of simple elegance connected to the spirit of the land and each other. Sharing their gifts and being themselves in a community is a testament to how to live a life.
Unafraid of the dangers outside their...
I thought of happiness, how it is woven
Out of the silence in the empty house each day
And how it is not sudden and it is not given
But is creation itself like the growth of a tree.
No one has seen it happen, but inside the bark
Another circle is growing in the expanding ring.
No one has heard the root go deeper in the dark,
But the tree is lifted by this inward work
And its plumes shine, and its leaves are glittering.”
May Sarton, Collected Poems:The Work of Happiness
The showy Texas wild...