Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese
It is tradition for me to read this poem on the first morning I hear the geese migrating for both winter and summer. Even though …
It is tradition for me to read this poem on the first morning I hear the geese migrating for both winter and summer. Even though …
This morning, I’ve had the gift of some alone time on the back porch as the world wakes up into Saturday. It did not take …
It has become a meaningful tradition for me to return to this poem when I hear the first flock of Canadian geese making their way …
Often, I share with people this bit of advice from the spiritual direction world–it if happens at least 3 times, then it’s probably the Holy …
oh, Morning, you couldn’t wait. Sometimes, you arrive as an unannounced visitor too early for me to greet you with a welcoming hug. But I …
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 …
This morning as I surrendered to God on my yoga mat, I heard the loveliest song coming from a bird several trees away from my …
I wrote this post a couple of summers ago, and in looking for hope today, I came across this one. ~cameron In the past couple …
With May being Mental Health Awareness month, I thought I would write a series of blog posts focusing the spirit, mental health, and creation care. …
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to sit and talk with Papa Bluebird who seems to have returned a couple of months early for another nesting …
Last night I started the purging that I’m referencing as “preparing for my tiny house.” While that dream-reality is another blog post, just know that …
let the morning come let the sun rise slowly outside my window peeking through silhouettes of dark trees let the hummingbirds wake the world with …
As I was walking the dogs yesterday, I heard the familiar cry of our neighborhood hawk. Looking up, I noticed that it was circling rather …
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314) BY EMILY DICKINSON “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And …
In the past couple of weeks, I have found myself taking refuge on my screened-in porch during times of day when the birds feed. Whenever …
Yesterday morning and again last night, I heard my first geese fly overhead announcing their journey to the southland. While others may consider it squawking, …
This one is resting in my spirit today. The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in me and …
Over the weekend, I was honored to be the speaker at the SC United Methodist Women’s Spiritual Retreat. I heard honest stories from many women …
There’s a fat male bluebird sitting on the telephone wire outside my office. I wonder what he’s thinking as he observes the world dancing beneath …
Living in the Southeast, I look forward to the excitement and anticipation the first snow day brings each season. While people concern themselves with bread …
This morning, I trudged out in the dark to the chicken coop. I was up earlier than usual so I could get my daughter to …
In honor of the UN’s International Day of Peace, September 21, 2015. The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry When despair for the world …
This morning amidst the rustling trees and chattering hens, I heard them. I can’t say that even in the distance they were quiet. They flew …
It was spring and I finally heard him among the first leaves–– then I saw him clutching the limb in an island of shade with …
I use this prayer in many of my teachings. It is one of my favorite, and in preparation for Earth Day this week, I thought …
Yesterday, we had a brilliant snow here–I have been waiting and praying for it for some time. On snow days, one of my favorite activities …
Since it’s taken this long to get our first real snow around here, I celebrated by opening a batch of our canned mulled apple cider …
I would encourage you to listen to poem as read by Mary Oliver herself at On Being with Krista Tippett. I don’t know where prayers …
This morning as the wind whisked powdered sugar snow around my office window, I spied a black crow roosting on the roof next door. Rather …
This morning as I traveled into work, I passed by a pond where Canadian geese often stop for a layover or take up residency for …
This past week, I was blessed to attend a leadership program through my church conference. I wasn’t sure what it would hold but I knew …
Song for Autumn In the deep fall don’t you imagine the leaves think how comfortable it will be to touch the earth instead of the …
Yesterday as I circled around the neighborhood to my daughter’s boyfriend’s home, I happened upon my first flock of autumn turkeys crossing the road. In …
Over the weekend, I heard one of my favorite noises–the honking of a flock of Canadian geese overhead. I love that sound because for me, …
Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, clear in the ancient …