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Perhaps one day I’ll stop my grasp for answers, for solutions, for the security of certainty…
Let me find five minutes to sink
into that timeless time when there’s no was and no will—
because only now is.
There’s that momentbetween in and out,between noun and verb,between thought and deed,between note and chord,between fork and mouth,between breeze and rustle,between desk and couch,between tweet and squawk,between tick…
Driving back from Foodland along the road lined with snow as the darkness begins to seep…
If you’ve listened to a knife through an onion or ladled soup into a bowl you’ll know there’s music in every kitchen, every day.
Sit long enough, perhaps looking through the window or outside with the sun on your face, and you’ll notice the greatest voice is the one that speaks in silence.
Instructions for a good day:Look out the windowWatch the birds.Love them. Inspired by the poet Mary Oliver’s words: Instructions for living a life:Pay attention.Be astonished.Tell about it.
It takes the bravery
of a warrior to sit down, close the laptop, bury the phone—sever the cord—and wait in the blankness…
A great chef might have said with his knife in hand, there’s a lot to be learned from the onion…
Ever wondered how remarkable it is
that at 7am or thereabouts the sun
comes up and fills the world with light?
I wonder if the snowstorm plots to drop twelve inches, or if it just lets go of a flake, one at a time.
When an ancient pinecracks and splits, when amountain crumbles to rubble,when a star expands and explodes,the single thing that remainsis discovered only when we’re still,we close our eyes,…
Maybe hawks and eagles and peregrines are the wisest of creatures because they can leave
the sticky ground and soar.
On days like Wednesdays when happiness seems far away, the
sshortest way to get there
is to stop walking.
I remember the heatheron a Yorkshire moortop,partly purple, partly scratchyand very springy when I lay downon it and gazed at the sky andbreathed in the warmth and knewI…
