WINTER APPLE By David Whyte Let the apple ripen on the branch beyond your need to take it down. Let the coolness of autumn and the breathing, blowing wind test its adherence to endurance, let the others fall. Wait longer than you would, go against yourself, find the pale nobility of quiet that ripening demands… Read more about Winter Apple[…]
Wikipedia dragon lore A MOST curious, interesting, and at the same time obscure feature of this whole baffling subject is that of the so-called Pearl which accompanies the dragon in pictures and legends from the earliest times, and is common to the religious traditions of the whole East–India, China and Japan. Necklaces of pearls are a regular part of the regalia of naga-queens in their submarine palaces; and we read often in the Read more about Dragons tamed by saints[…]
Remembering all that has passed moon dance the biggest release of the year every full moon is a release release everything that doesn’t serve me Compassion and Grace – big love and big mercy graciousness in the face of suffering don’t turn your face away from the pain life offers us – we are all Read more about The time of Remembering[…]
look at your hands your beautiful useful hands you’re not an ape you’re not a parrot you’re not a slow loris or a smart missile you’re human not british not american not israeli not palestinian you’re human Read more about Human Beings[…]
As the daytime temperature dips below 15 degrees and before the nighttime temperature dips below 5 degrees
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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[…]
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[…]
Coloured fishing vessels are often moored in the tiny harbour of Hvammstangi, a town that sits in the eastern shore of the Miðfjörður. The name is derived from ‘hvammur’, which means a green space in a mountain and is now home to Einar, a poet and teacher in Icelandic and literature. He moved to this Read more about Island songs – Ólafur Arnalds[…]