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Pear

Each time I bite into a pear I notice grit and sand…

Invincible

How about that moment, dark at night when you come out of your house…

The sun remembered

Today the sun remembered us…

Unknowing

Perhaps one day I’ll stop my grasp for answers, for solutions, for the security of certainty…

Owl

After three phone calls, twenty emails, and two meetings, I found one Barred Owl…

Inside

If we plunge deep below the rocks
and the worms to the loamy richness of soil…

Now time

Let me find five minutes to sink
into that timeless time when there’s no was and no will—
because only now is.

Between

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…

Here and now

Driving back from Foodland along the road lined with snow as the darkness begins to seep…

Step outside

Every morning I step outside…

Come home

At the end of a week when the news is heavy and the Zooms are fast…

Kitchen music

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.

The den

Sometimes I think of the bear sleeping in her den deep in the woods…

Nave

On my way home, the final stretch is down a dirt trail, today whitened and softened by snow…

Much

There’s a world I know that makes sesame seeds and chili peppers…

The greatest voice

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.

Glass of water

Every time I fill my shiny, clear glass…

Universe stuff

I thought of the planet Neptune
and its diamond rain…

Winter brave

I used to think winter was the time for sleeping or for dying…

Instructions for a good day

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.

The cord

It takes the bravery
of a warrior to sit down, close the laptop, bury the phone—sever the cord—and wait in the blankness…

Onion

A great chef might have said with his knife in hand, there’s a lot to be learned from the onion…

Perforated, permeated

When I grow up, I want to be a teabag…

Overnight

Outside in the rounded land, soaped smooth under snow, are the footprints of my brothers…

Carry on

On my walk I discovered a dead, black mouse lying on the soft, white snow….

Light

Ever wondered how remarkable it is
that at 7am or thereabouts the sun
comes up and fills the world with light?

Juggling, tea

What would happen if we chose to stop the juggling…

The wind came to visit

Yesterday afternoon out of the east the wind came to visit…

Snow globe

Isn’t it odd? The hardest thing to find…

When the snow has fallen

When the snow has fallen, I go outside and listen to the silence…

Already where

The squirrel, who noticed me inspecting his spaghetti tracks in the snow, said…

Snowstorm

I wonder if the snowstorm plots to drop twelve inches, or if it just lets go of a flake, one at a time.

Bricks of joy

Today I’m stacking bricks of joy so I can build a house…

I’m Sears

Mentally, I’m Sears…

Petals

This year you are too far away so I’m sending you flowers via the internet…

That remains

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,…

The fallen tree

Down the road is a giant oak…

Ease

Above: The woodpecker bangs its head against the white birch…

Soar

Maybe hawks and eagles and peregrines are the wisest of creatures because they can leave
the sticky ground and soar.

That place by the hemlocks

One cold afternoon I discovered the quickest way to joy…

We didn’t even notice

Wouldn’t it be funny if this—right now—was paradise?

Stop walking

On days like Wednesdays when happiness seems far away, the
sshortest way to get there
is to stop walking.

In the valley

My mind is itching to climb a mountain…

The heather moor

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…

Christmas trees

Here I am, sitting inside, with my wood stove and my Lay’s chips…

I love visiting moss on rainy days

I love visiting moss on rainy days…

Forgot my self

I remember the time I sat with the chickadees..

Permission

Perhaps the only thing we need to grant ourselves is the permission to be still.

A three-minute vacation

I’m going on vacation…

Yet still I watch

The bird flies to the feeder,
and there is a bird…