White Owl Flies Into and Out of The Field Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or…
Every day I see or 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 was born for—
to look, to listen, to lose myself
inside this soft world—
to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation.
Nor am I talking about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant— but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab, the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar, I say to myself,
how can you help but grow wise
with such teachings as these—
the untrimmable light of the world,
the ocean’s shine, the prayers that are made out of grass?
The Last 12 months in photos
My tiny little house way up high in the trees, looking out over the meadow… I’m slowly moving in. Lots left to do, but it’s…
The garden came into fruition with so much abundance last summer! Thanks to my Aussie friends, Aaron and Hannah who helped get the seeds in…
Annie and Sally, the darling forest horses, were two of the sweetest creatures I have ever met. They tolerated, and maybe even liked Douggie’s puppy…