Last month, Mary Oliver departed this life, after 83 years as a “bride married to amazement.” Or at least that was how she articulated the end-of-life hopes she held for herself in the poem “When Death Comes” in 1992. I find comfort in the belief that is exactly the state she found herself in at … More Legacy Part I
Remember December? Perhaps it seems lifetimes ago already, a distant memory as you get ‘”back to the old grindstone.” Or perhaps last month still looms over today in the form of unsent “Thank you” cards on the desktop, a dying Christmas tree in the corner of the room or a slew of credit card … More Can I Get a Witness?
Do you remember the first ways in which you assigned meaning to the passage of time?…to the changing of seasons? I grew up in a middle class family in rural central Illinois, attending a small Catholic school until the 9th grade. Years were neatly divided into two parts back then: the school year and the … More February: From Storage to Release
We set out from the retreat house as the temperature hovered around one below zero. The winter sunshine filtered through the cracks of the skeleton trees, and we walked across a quiet barnyard, past a red barn and trickled into single file as our steps faded into the snowy trail into the woods. The occasional cry … More The Art of Living Wild