This poem came through after watching David Attenborough’s Life on this Planet. If you haven’t watched it, may I HIGHLY recommend that you do and that you then share it far and wide. It’s causing a wave of awakening.. Amidst it all.Amidst uncertaintyEmotional frailtyRealization that how we have livedHas desecrated our worldUnknowinglyThen knowingly Because we didn’t,Because Read more about Treesisters calling[…]
Juliana Spahr ^ By the end of the year, I was used to things I hadn’t seen before, like a series of street brawls between fa and antifa that often absurdly tumbled into the Berkeley all organic full-of-strollers farmer’s market. Used to hearing about friends’ emails caught up in various FOIAs. Used to the social media posts about how someone somewhere was getting Read more about excerpts from “Will There Be Singing”[…]
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Today is one of those excellent January partly cloudies in which fight chooses an unexpected part of the landscape to trick out in gilt, and then shadow sweeps it away. You know you’re alive. You take huge steps, trying to feel the planet’s roundness arc between your feet. Kazantzakis says that when he was young Read more about The first morning of visible breath[…]
Kazantzakis’ on Saint Francis The canary is like a man’s soul. It sees bars around it but instead of despairing it sings and wait and see, one day it’s song shall break the bars.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living Read more about Thoreau – On Walden[…]
You must know that feeling when somebody gives you something and they are busy being the person that’s giving it, and then you are the person receiving it, it separates people. There’s another way, where I am giving you food but it’s God’s food and I am just the instrument through which the food is Read more about Ram Dass[…]
The Leaves of the Ash and Elder are goneThe garden furniture put awayThe Jackdaws have fledged, abandoning their summer nest and the ownership of the chimneys returns to us. It’s a bit of battle with the new bendy rods but eventually the brush sweeps all the way up and pops out of the stack. The Read more about Cleaning the chimneys[…]
The Stolen Child W. B. Yeats – 1865-1939 Where dips the rocky highlandOf Sleuth Wood in the lake,There lies a leafy islandWhere flapping herons wakeThe drowsy water rats;There we’ve hid our faery vats,Full of berrysAnd of reddest stolen cherries.Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand,For the world’s more Read more about Stolen child – W B Yeats[…]