Friday | Almost May

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 →

A Sunday Poem | Mindful

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 →

A Sunday Poem | Arrowhead

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 →

A Sunday Poem | Softest of Mornings

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 →

A Sunday Poem | Dogwood

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 →

A Sunday Poem | In Bloom

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 →

A Sunday Poem | April Flowers

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 →

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