Category: autumn

wild geese

It has become a tradition for me to read the poem Wild Geese by Mary Oliver on the first morning I hear the geese migrating south.  After listening to her interview with Krista Tippett (On Being), I can only hear the poet reading the…

handprint turkeys and gratitude

For each new morning with its light, For rest and shelter of the night, For health and food, for love and friends, For everything Thy goodness sends. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson Today, I was thinking about handprint turkeys.  Seriously, I was.  Oh, come on, if…

let’s thanks-give

Thanksgiving, after all, is a word of action.  ~W.J. Cameron Thanksgiving was never meant to be shut up in a single day.  ~Robert Caspar Lintner If you have been following me for awhile, you know that I am a believer in “just be”–not going out…