Wonderful piece by Michael McGregor. Check it out: https://magazine.nd.edu/news/the-story-catcher/ Advertisements
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Tagged family, humanity, humor, learning, religion, writing
A whirring tumble of notes; a small dark bird I cannot identify— no name where the song might hang. There is only sound. This morning arpeggio startles me. I find the singer on a high wire beak open, breath inflating … Continue reading
Posted in Birds, Gratitude, Morning, Oregon, Poem, Song, Uncategorized, Wildlife, Wisdom
Tagged bird watching, classify, humanity, life
We all want to shine– surely, the light from inside, each of us a star. (plant: imgarcade.com; person: alamy.com)
Posted in Consciousness, Gratitude, Haiku, Humans, Joy, Life, Narble Furt, Poem, Uncategorized, Universe
Tagged humanity, learning, life, spirit
We pack water around everywhere we go. We are veritable bota bags of water. We humans are roughly sixty to seventy percent water. Since learning these factoids, people have been fond of comparing our water mass to that of our … Continue reading
Posted in Absolutes, Gratitude, humor, Ocean, Uncategorized, Water
Tagged animals, aquifer, flood, home, life, narble, surface tension, Water
I think the word flit was invented by someone watching chickadees.
Posted in Birds, Gratitude, Haiku, Narble Furt, Poem, Uncategorized, Wildlife, Writing
Tagged animals, birdwatching, Chickadee, home, nature
My friend, if I could exchange places with you now I most surely would.
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Tagged family, humanity, life, religion, writing
Strawberry moon looked more like honey, so I’ll go with that today. (top: al.com; bottom: wsj.com)
Here: too warm for Spring, not hot enough for Summer– a nameless season. (figtreepress.co.uk/liminal.htm)
Sunlight finds my feet, warming better than slippers; Drowsiness follows.
When the dream begins you are not quite there; you love her rumpled face with the thousand-yard stare, and the dream begins. When the dream begins you focus on the now, you see the path ahead, but you don’t quite see the … Continue reading
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Tagged dreaming, life, magic, nature, poem