Therapy for Life

Sun rises make me so happy, especially when I find myself being basked in the first morning light in the countryside. This is the way life is supposed to be. Every time I come to the country house, I feel my soul finally letting her guard down, feeling free to be herself, which is pretty…

How Would you live then?

How Would You Live Then?     What if a hundred rose-breasted grosbeaks flew in circles around your head? what if the mockingbird came into the house with you and became your advisor? What if the bees filled your walls with honey and all you needed to do was ask them and they would fill the…

Daffodils

  *** *** Today, I bought a small pot of daffodils. I picked one with two flower bulbs just shy of peek. I could tell they were eager to bloom but were holding it off just in case something wonderful happened to them. I brought my new plant into my warm living room. It’s 35…

A Holy Life

What I notice at first as I sit still to write is the movement of the clouds. The thick gray rain clouds are quickly passing through, revealing the clear gorgeous sky that was promised in the forecast. After a whole week of non-stop rain, a day of sunshine will be like a big dose of…

To Learn Something by Being Nothing

The dream of my life Is to lie down by a slow river And stare at the light in the trees- To learn something by being nothing A little while but the rich Lens of attention -Mary Oliver Nothing gives me more happiness than the perfectly timed prose that delights my heart and mind. Such…

My Soul is Convinced

Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul – Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman Such a sunny day, such intense light all afternoon. It’s hard to imagine that in just three hours, this corner of the world that I live in will lose its daylight and welcome the…

Serenity for the Soul

I find it hard to leave this place. I walk around this empty open field feeling complete peacefulness. I know that I am perfectly and totally alone and no one will break my solitude. At least for now. I stop at a place right next to a big tree. Its thick branch shields me from…

Home, Here on Earth

The stars shone brightly in the sky, and I watched them through the crossbeams of the cabin frame. It was as if I were looking through the rigging of a sailing ship, maybe a coastwise schooner making its way down the Atlantic shore. I folded my hands behind my head and stared upward. Another gentle…