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 …
I have recently joined a collective of artists, writers, and practitioners who trust in the therapeutic aspect of nature and creation. Each in our own …
Transcript: What if you could step outside your door and find a space for connection with yourself and God – a time apart to renew …
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 …
About a week or so ago, I had hit my limit–spiritually, emotionally and physically. Broken ribs, cluttered home, never ending projects, new transitions–all a part …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
The other day, a young friend was helping me pick out some photos to frame for my first gallery showing. As we flipped through the …
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 …
I went to the wood yesterday to walk, to pray, to cry, and to surrender all that was nagging at my bones and my spirit. …
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 …
This morning as I surrendered to God on my yoga mat, I heard the loveliest song coming from a bird several trees away from my …
I wrote this post a couple of summers ago, and in looking for hope today, I came across this one. ~cameron In the past couple …
Some days when the scars in my soul remind me they are there, I go out into creation and just be with my God. I …
We human beings are like plants. We need to be cared for in order to grow and thrive. It’s not always a perfect formula. In …
I have just recently discovered Leaving Church by Barbara Brown Taylor, and I am grateful to have these words find me: I know plenty of …
This morning, my time of prayer has included sitting on the futon in my meditation room and taking in the sunrise. I thought I might …
For the wide sky and the blessed sun, For the salt sea and the running water, For the everlasting hills And the never-resting winds, For …
This morning, I came across this post from last year and felt it ring true with my spirit. I’m reposting it here today as a …
Beloved, You are here in the morning light dappling the porch You are here in the chilly breeze tickling my neck You are here in …
In the past couple of weeks, I have found myself taking refuge on my screened-in porch during times of day when the birds feed. Whenever …
This morning in my quiet time with the Creator, I was gently reminded that I needed to stop focusing on patterns of the past and …
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, …
Some days when the scars in my soul remind me they are there, I go out into creation and just be with my God. I …
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 …
Even the tallest, strongest tree needs both light and the dark to flourish. We experience sunlight streaming down among branches and leaves, and we shout, …
As a part of the residency program I am attending, we spend a day and a half in a silent sabbath. In my life, living …
After I arrived home from work tonight, I journeyed my away around the gardens. It is amazing how an early afternoon shower then warm sun …
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 …
Wilderness is not just a place; it is also a state of being. If happiness means being happy and sadness means being sad, then wilderness …
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 …
Last weekend, I had the honor of co-facilitating a group of discerning deaconesses at a United Methodist Women’s gathering at Lake Junaluska, NC. As a …
Once in the morning and once in the afternoon, I walk the dogs down past the trees which affords me the opportunity to study the …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …