threads of the spiderwoman

Photo by Theresa Barney I know, you never intended to be in this world. But you're in it all the same. So why not get started immediatel...

   Brushwood, Solstice 2008 The Summer Day   Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grass...

  Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation. Pay attention to everything in the world,  as if it's alive.  Da...

What did you notice? The dew-snail; the low-flying sparrow; the bat, on the wind, in the dark; big-chested geese, in the V of sleekest perfo...

  BY  MARY OLIVER If you're John Muir you want trees to live among. If you're Emily, a garden will do. Try to find the right place ...

The Buddha’s Last Instruction   “Make of yourself a light,”  said the Buddha, before he died. I think of this every morning as t...

"SO SOME OF  us are now learning to listen in to and maybe even converse with the elemental utterances of things that don’t speak in ...

I talked about summer, and about time.  The   pleasures of eating, the terrors of the night.  About this cup we call a life.  About ha...

The Buddha’s Last Instruction   “Make of yourself a light,”  said the Buddha, before he died. I think of this every morning as t...

I was so saddened to learn of the death of poet Mary Oliver, who, like Ursula Leguin, has been a lifelong mentor and inspiration.  I...

BY  MARY OLIVER If you're John Muir you want trees to live among. If you're Emily, a garden will do. Try to find the r...