I keep thinking about writing here, and then for some reason I don’t. There is just such an overwhelming amount of words and thoughts out…
Category: Mindfulness
Birdsong
If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart…
A New Way of Being
Yet still the unresting castles thresh In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say, Begin afresh, afresh, afresh. from…
Last Words
“Low-sunk life imagines itself weary of life, but it is death, not life, it is weary of.” George MacDonald “So much wasted time.” These were…
Big Words: Not Necessary
“Don’t own so much clutter that you will be relieved to see your house catch fire. ― Wendell Berry I was at our local craft…
On Introspection
“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery – always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why?…