Books, Writing, & The Cozy Life
This week has been another cold one. Cloudy, windy, a few rain showers. I'm trying not to complain because the weather isn't anything worth complaining about. AND - I'd be really grateful for a day full of sunshine. Just putting it out there to the universe. But despite the gray and chill, we've got some... Continue Reading →
It's been a while since I shared a poem, but here I am. Remember when I complained about my current Mary Oliver collection? I said that I'd already read many of the collections these poems were pulled from and that I was trying to remind myself that rereading poetry is encouraged. Well - lesson learned.... Continue Reading →
It's been a while since I shared a Sunday Poem, but I put a sticky note on the first week of September so that I would remember to share this poem with you all today. And it's an even cooler balm to the soul now than it was months ago when I first read it.... Continue Reading →
I wasn't planning to be back with a poem today, but this one presented itself to me on Saturday and I couldn't resist! Mindful Every day I see or I hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light. It is what I... Continue Reading →
This week we learned about a mass grave site with the remains of at least 215 children, some as young as 3 years old, at a boarding school for Indigenous children. I was emailing a dear friend about this on Monday night, started reading a Mary Oliver collection when I crawled into bed shortly after,... Continue Reading →
On Sundays I try to share a few lines of poetry that caught my attention. I'm new to the world of poetry and these Sunday posts ensure I read a few poems every week. Here's one I encountered in a book of Mary Oliver essays this week: Softest of Mornings Softest of mornings, hello. And... Continue Reading →
Oh, friends. I have some sad news to report: I finished my Wendell Berry book of poetry. I gasped when I got to the end and hadn't realized that I never wanted it to be over! So it feels fitting to share this poem with you today: Once there was nothing,not even darkness,not even silence,not... Continue Reading →
Happy Sunday. I'm here to share a few beautiful words from Wendell Berry. I'm still on a spring flower kick and, luckily, so is he: A man who loves the treeswalks among them on a dark dayfor the solace he has taken alwaysfrom the company of his elders,and suddenly he seessuch a grace as in... Continue Reading →
I'm in a particular good patch of poems in my Wendell Berry book and had a difficult time picking one to share with you today. But this felt right: At the woods' edge, suddenlythe air around him was perfumedwith the scent of wild plum flowers.The whitened trees were accompaniedby several redbuds also in bloom,equally beautiful,... Continue Reading →
Happy Sunday, friends. I'm back to day with another Wendell Berry poem - one that feels perfect for an early Spring day during a season in which we're all in desperate need of flowers. A man is walking in a fieldand everywhere at his feetin the short grass of Aprilthe small purple violets are in... Continue Reading →
The Cozy Burrow 