Category: poetry

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…

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…

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…