Tag: mary oliver

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”

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”

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”

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”

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”

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”

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”

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”

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 over my head announcing a sign of what’s to come:  a change of season. I prayed for the same.  … Continue Reading “wild geese”

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”

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”

Mary Oliver’s Such Singing in the Wild Branches

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 his red-brown feathers all trim and neat for the new year. First, I stood still and thought of nothing.… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Such Singing in the Wild Branches”

Mary Oliver’s I Happened to Be Standing

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 go, or what they do. Do cats pray, while they sleep half-asleep in the sun? Does the opossum pray… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s I Happened to Be Standing”

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 the winter.  As I approached, I noticed that the flock appeared to be glistening in the rising sun.  I… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese”

Mary Oliver’s Today

I was just introduced to this one during a leadership program I attended the last few days.  I am inspired to be a part of a group that values this sentiment as an inherent part of leadership.   Today        ~Mary Oliver… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Today”

Mary Oliver’s Song for Autumn

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… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Song for Autumn”

Mary Oliver’s praying

This morning during my prayer and yoga time, I grew frustrated with myself.  I couldn’t focus, the words wouldn’t come, I felt blocked.  Seems that sometimes in trying too hard, I lose the purpose of prayer.  This poem helped me find my way back.… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s praying”

Mary Oliver’s The Summer Day

It was a Mary Oliver kind of morning~ The Summer Morning Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s The Summer Day”

Mary Oliver’s Such Singing in the Wild Branches

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 his red-brown feathers all trim and neat for the new year. First, I stood still and thought of nothing.… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Such Singing in the Wild Branches”

filling my bucket

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it is over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something… Continue Reading “filling my bucket”

Mary Oliver’s Such Singing in the Wild Branches

With warm sun dancing about the farm this morning, the birds lift up their voices to rejoice.  With eyes closed, I sit at my kitchen table and listen to their son.  Peace. Such Singing in the Wild Branches It was spring and I finally… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Such Singing in the Wild Branches”

Mary Oliver’s The Winter Wood Arrives

I think I could have built a little house to live in with the single cord— half seasoned, half not— trucked into the driveway and tumbled down. But, instead, friends came and together we stacked it for the long, cold days that are— maybe… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s The Winter Wood Arrives”

Mary Oliver’s Song of the Builders

  Song of the Builders On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God – a worthy pastime. Near me, I saw a single cricket; it was moving the grains of the hillside this way and that way. How… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Song of the Builders”

Mary Oliver’s Mindful

Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light. It was what I was born for – to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Mindful”

on geese and journeys

Most afternoons at work, I take the dogs for a stroll around the parking lots of adjoining offices.  While it is not my ideal “nature walk,” the area is surrounded by trees that are now dappled with the brilliant colors of autumn.  It does… Continue Reading “on geese and journeys”

Mary Oliver’s Song for Autumn

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… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Song for Autumn”

Mary Oliver’s Song for Autumn

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… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Song for Autumn”

mindfulness

It has been awhile since I have blogged, and that is because I have been engaging in mindfulness around health issues, quality of life, etc.  While I have missed being here, I have appreciated the quiet time, in the mornings especially, to read, pray,… Continue Reading “mindfulness”

Mary Oliver’s Morning Poem

Morning Poem by Mary Oliver   Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again   and fasten themselves to the high branches — and the ponds appear like black… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s Morning Poem”

Mary Oliver’s The Messenger

The Messenger My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird— equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s The Messenger”

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 my favorite hallmarks of autumn–a flock of Canadian geese squawking over my house as they migrated southward.  Every year,… Continue Reading “Mary Oliver’s instructions for living a life”