by Mary Oliver …and easily she adored every blossom, not in the serious, careful way that we choose this blossom or that blossom - the way we praise or don’t praise - the way we love or don’t love - but the way we long to be - that happy in the heaven of earth - that wild, that loving.
I’ve come to trust the value of simply showing up - and singing the song without the words. And yet, each time I find myself sitting with the pain that folks carry, I’m overwhelmed with my own inability to do much more than stand in awe, dumbstruck by the sheer size of the burden - more than I’ve ever been asked to carry… Possessing flashlights and occasionally knowing...
“Sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness.” -Galway Kinnell
by Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you...
“I was raised up believing I was somehow...
“love’s such a delicate thing that we do we nothing to prove - which i never knew.” -the shins, “simple song”