Poetry Friday
The Almanac of Last Things From the almanac of last things I choose the spider lily for the grace of its brief blossom, though I myself fear brevity, but I choose The Song… Continue reading
The Almanac of Last Things From the almanac of last things I choose the spider lily for the grace of its brief blossom, though I myself fear brevity, but I choose The Song… Continue reading
If I Were There are lots of ways to dance and to spin, sometimes it just starts my feet first then my entire body, I am spinning no one can see it but… Continue reading
Everything is waiting for you Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny… Continue reading
Participate Joyfully The warrior’s approach is to say “yes” to life: “yes” to it all. Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can… Continue reading
Lead Here is a story to break your heart. Are you willing? This winter the loons came to our harbor and died, one by one, of nothing we could see. A friend told… Continue reading