A story is like water that you heat for your bath. It takes messages between the fire and your skin. It lets them meet, and it cleans...

I want to write about faith, about the way the moon rises over cold snow, night after night, faithful even as it fades from fullness,...

It is not enough to be able to drop your body as easily as a bathrobe, take flight like the eagle, enter the hollow hills, talk with...

I too have known loneliness. I too have known what it is to feel misunderstood, rejected, and suddenly not at all beautiful. Oh, mother...

Starting here, what do you want to remember? How sunlight creeps along a shining floor? What scent of old wood hovers, what softened...

Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight...

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is...

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding...

As the plump squirrel scampers Across the roof of the corncrib, The moon suddenly stands up in the darkness, And I see that it is...

Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you’re bravely working Expecting the worst, you look, and instead here’s the...

Here is a beautiful blessing for all travelers, by John O'Donohue For the Traveler Every time you leave home, Another road takes you Into...

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let...

This morning, at waterside, a sparrow flew to a water rock and landed, by error, on the back of an eider duck; lightly it fluttered off,...

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding...

When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps...

Above the mountains the geese turn into the light again painting their black silhouettes on an open sky. Sometimes everything has to...

I was sad one day and went for a walk; I sat in a field. A rabbit noticed my condition and came near. It often does not take more than...

The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though...

All day long a little burro labors, sometimes with heavy loads on her back and sometimes just with worries about things that bother only...

In spring the blue azures bow down at the edges of shallow puddles to drink the black rain water. Then they rise and float away into the...