The Invitation Oriah Mountain Dreamer It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for [...]

Here is a wonderful poem written by Sandy Brown and posted with her permission.  Sandy is a member of a women’s circles in my life which carried me through a time of significant transition.  This circle was started by Sandra Smith through www.alchemyworksevents.com .  Sandra has created a lot of events over the years for [...]

The Lesson of the Falling Leaves by Lucille Clifton the leaves believe such letting go is love such love is faith such faith is grace such grace is God I agree with the leaves

Life and Death By Nancy Nachman When I was young I used to dream That I was behind stage in a play which was going on But I had no script, and didn’t know when I was to enter Nor did I know my lines. I wandered around, trying to find a script, anxious and [...]

The Way It Is By William Stafford There’s a thread you follow.  It goes among Things that change.  But it doesn’t change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard for others to see. While you hold it you can’t get lost. Tragedies happen; people [...]

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers which can not be given to you because you would not be able to live them and the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will gradually Without noticing [...]

There is a river flowing now, very fast.
It is so great and swift, that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold on to the shore,
They will feel that they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly.

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. [...]

I keep pulling it out The old map of my inner path. I squint closely at it, Trying to see some hidden road That maybe I’ve missed, but there’s nothing there now except some well-traveled paths. They have seen the footsteps often, Held my laughter, caught my tears. I keep going over the old map [...]