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 …
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 …
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 …
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 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 …
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 …
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 …
This morning as we rounded the corner to school, we witnessed a wide V of geese honking and flying overhead. Because of the unseasonal weather …
Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. ~Mary Oliver Over the weekend, I had the joy of experiencing one of …