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 …
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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 …
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 …
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, …
wild geese
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 …
Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese
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 …
Wendell Berry’s What We Need Is Here
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 …
what we need is here
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 …
Mary Oliver’s instructions for living a life
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 …