Category: poetry

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 I primarily work remotely now, this is the first morning that I’ve heard them pass over my home. I’ve… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese”

a psalm of harvest

God of Bounty, We offer thanksgiving to you in this season of harvest. For the food you created, for the rich soil that sheltered the seeds for the morning sun that warmed them and for the gentle rain that nourished them. We offer gratitude… Continue Reading “a psalm of harvest”

Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese

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 south in early autumn and home in early spring. As with any writing I read and re-read, I find… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese”

the stories I could tell

the stories I could tellof dreams sweetly coursing through my veins filled with life and sustenance;of growth buried deeply within my cellsnot a choice or a have to but a need, a calling, a purpose.the stories I could tellof years and years of human… Continue Reading “the stories I could tell”

morning song

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 join you anyway, with sleepy eyes and a cup of tea, my journal, a pen in hand, and shuffling… Continue Reading “morning song”

lady wisdom

A few years ago, my devotion journal highlighted Proverbs 8, a lovely and insightful text about Lady Wisdom or Sophia. As Holy Wisdom, she personifies the female aspects of God, and in the Proverbs passage, we learn she has been around since Creation. I… Continue Reading “lady wisdom”

living in the here

I have recently been re-reading Pádraig Ó Tuama’s book In the Shelter: Finding a Home in the World. I find it grounds me in ways that complement other aspects of my spirituality. Yesterday as I prepared to drive home from a work engagement, I… Continue Reading “living in the here”

i go to the woods

How I go to the woods Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a singlefriend, for they are all smilers and talkers and thereforeunsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirdsor hugging the old black oak tree. I… Continue Reading “i go to the woods”

Mary Oliver’s Messenger

Poems arrive ready to begin.  Poets are only the transportation. -Mary Oliver, “Humility” In waking almost two hours too early the other morning, I found myself in the soft light of my meditation room.  I wasn’t ready to greet the treadmill or yoga mat… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Messenger”

wintering

from the recently released book Growing Grace: A Book of Psalms Celebrating Creation I’ve put the gardens to bed and shored up the chicken coop. I’ve stored the tools and stacked the pots behind the shed. I’ve left the last of the coneflower dead… Continue Reading “wintering”

preparing for the longest night

As we prepare for the longest night of the year, I’ve been reflecting Darkness and the journeys we take with her.  Whether it’s related to our spiritual, emotional, or physical health, Darkness can feel especially unnerving during a season that is filled with joy… Continue Reading “preparing for the longest night”

This song has filled the quiet of my home this morning, filling my heart with hope and love.  I am reposting this one today as a new tradition of sorts. Every year, I seem to find a Christmas song or hymn that captures my… Continue Reading “”

a psalm of hope

from the newly released book Growing Grace: A Book of Psalms Celebrating Creation Our Healer, our Hope, We greet you in the morning with fresh faces turned toward the sun. You warm our skin and our hearts with your light. You envelop us in your… Continue Reading “a psalm of hope”

ahhh, peace

There are mornings when the world greets me unexpectedly with a brilliant sunrise or a joyful birdsong. I sit in my meditation room, drink my tea, and soak in what Creation has to offer my soul. Ahhh, peace.

a psalm of just be

from the newly released book Growing Grace: A Book of Psalms Celebrating Creation Eternal One, I confess that I long to sit within your silence, but I have become distracted by worldly concerns. I want to hear that still, soft voice of yours whisper in… Continue Reading “a psalm of just be”

Mary Oliver’s 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 nothingness of air and the endless freshets of wind? And don’t you think the trees themselves, especially those with mossy, warm caves,… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Song for 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… Continue Reading “wild geese”

roads

I love to drive on country roads and blue highways.  There’s is something about the unknown of backroads that inspires me–inspires me to wonder, inspires me to center, inspires me to find. These travels get me outside of my head and into my spirit. … Continue Reading “roads”

the wrens

morning, wrens chirping inviting in the new year with songs of welcome

wintering

I’ve put the gardens to bed and shored up the chicken coop. I’ve stored the tools and stacked the pots behind the shed. I’ve left the last of the coneflower dead heads reaching toward the sky, in case finch and chickadee grow tired of… Continue Reading “wintering”

fill us up with Love

Every year, I seem to find a Christmas song or hymn that captures my spirit and plants a seed of the season in my heart.  For quite some time, the songs seemed to change every year, and as my daughter grew, a new voice… Continue Reading “fill us up with Love”

a mary oliver morning

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 this is not a quick task. I’m at a point in my life where I don’t cling to things–those… Continue Reading “a mary oliver morning”

birdsong

“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314) BY EMILY DICKINSON “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the… Continue Reading “birdsong”

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

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, I find their chatter comforting as it reminds me that my favorite season is on its way.  And so,… Continue Reading “Wild Geese by Mary Oliver”

Wendell Berry’s The Peace of Wild Things

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 I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives… Continue Reading “Wendell Berry’s The Peace of Wild Things”

Mary Oliver’s The Place I Want to Get Back To

In the past year, deer seem to have become my spirit animal.  We have crossed paths, stared into each others’ eyes, shared apple trees and surprised each other in the darkness of night. In my readings of deer as spiritual beings, I understand that… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s The Place I Want to Get Back To”

have you ever

Have you ever walked barefoot in the wet summer grass? invited the peace of the dirt to squish up through your toes? shared the tears of a maple leaf leaf on your left cheek? trusted a firefly to lead you to wherever your soul… Continue Reading “have you ever”

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

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 whose vulnerability about their brokenness touched my spirit.  This morning, as I lifted up their journeys in prayer, this… Continue Reading “Wild Geese by Mary Oliver”

sitting with the crocuses

You expect Her to come quickly when you feel the first warm light bask on your skin, or when the first choir of purple crocuses peeps their heads through the dead leaves. You wait impatiently for this season of hibernation to fade. You’ve rested… Continue Reading “sitting with the crocuses”

bluebird

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 him.

Mary Oliver’s The Journey

I have kept these words close to my heart for a long time.  There are days when I pull them out and hold them delicately in my hands and in my spirit and am grateful for their strength and wisdom. ~cameron One day you… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s The Journey”

Rainer Maria Rilke’s Autumn

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, as if orchards were dying high in space. Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.” And tonight the heavy earth is falling away from all other stars in the loneliness. We’re all… Continue Reading “Rainer Maria Rilke’s Autumn”

Wendell Berry’s The Peace of Wild Things

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 grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life… Continue Reading “Wendell Berry’s The Peace of Wild Things”

a gentle unfolding

Sometimes, the call is like a burning bush setting your heart on fire with passion. You race, you go, you change, you act. You are driven to respond, to fulfill, to minister. Then sometimes, the call is like a gentle whisper from the Beloved… Continue Reading “a gentle unfolding”

St. Catherine of Siena’s Rest in Prayer

The sun hears the fields talking about effort and the sun smiles, and whispers to me, “Why don’t the fields just rest, for I am willing to do everything to help them grow?” Rest my dears, in prayer.

enter, quiet

Enter, Quiet, enter into this place. Wrap your arms around me like an old friend who reaches out and smiles and says, “I’m happy to see you.” Enter, Quiet, come and sit beside me as I ponder what it means to rest in your… Continue Reading “enter, quiet”

Mary Oliver’s reflection on prayer

While at my spiritual direction residency, I was introduced to a poem about trees from Mary Oliver’s book Thirst.  Upon returning home, I purchased the book and have held it close to my heart and spirit for the last couple of weeks.  I never… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s reflection on prayer”

meditation on silence by Mother Teresa

We cannot find God in noise and agitation. Nature: trees, flowers, and grass grow in silence. The stars, the moon, and the sun move in silence. What is essential is not what we say but what God tells us and what He tells others… Continue Reading “meditation on silence by Mother Teresa”

Mary Oliver’s When I Am Among the Trees

When I Am Among the Trees When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily.… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s When I Am Among the Trees”

Tagore’s A Moment’s Indulgence

This is the first opportunity I’ve made to sit and write for awhile.  It’s like coming home to an old friend, actually.  I’ve been missing her but have befriended some new practices that I have been hanging out with recently. Sometimes, I find myself… Continue Reading “Tagore’s A Moment’s Indulgence”