I like to live in the sound of water, in the feel of mountain air. A sharp reminder hits me: this world is still alive, it stretches out there shivering toward its own creation, and I'm part of it. Even my breathing enters into this elaborate give-and-take, this bowing to sun and moon, day or night. winter, summer, storm, still--this tranquil chaos that seems to be going somewhere. This wilderness with a great peacefulness in it. This motionless turmoil, this everything dance

even a small purple artichoke boiled in its own bittered and darkening waters grows tender, grows tender and sweet patience, I...

We shape the clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want. #laotzu #quotation

The poppies send up their orange flares; swaying in the wind, their congregations are a levitation of bright dust, of thin and lacy...

Entering the U.S.A. after our last trip to Mexico, I had a little nostalgia floating in my soul. I remembered the warmth and kindness of...

The hour is striking so close above me, so clear and sharp, that all my senses ring with it. I feel it now: there's a power in me to...

I overheard the driver was no longer going to do this route, so today was most likely the last day I exchanged a few words with this kind...

For a 54 year old woman who grew up with the taste of corn, sunshine all year long and the dry soil of central and northern Mexico, it...

The birds have vanished down the sky. Now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain...

Landscape Mary Oliver Isn't it plain the sheets of moss, except that they have no tongues, could lecture all day if they wanted about ...

Enough. These few words are enough. If not these words, this breath. If not this breath, this sitting here. This opening to the life ...

Sometimes the desire to be lost again, as long ago, comes over me like a vapor. With growth into adulthood, responsibilities claimed me,...

Gratitude is the word I think of as the colors become more vibrant in Nature. While researching and reviewing material to prepare for the...

MYSTERIES, YES by Mary Oliver, from Evidence (Beacon Press) Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass...

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful...

I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding. From Anam Cara A Book Of Celtic Wisdom Join my...

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm...

Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door; Or has it feathers like a bird, Or billows like a shore? #emilydickinson #poetry

I felt a clearing in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind...

I’ve never had someone throw eggs at my head before. At least, I thought they were aiming for my head, since I had one of those...