Winter Meditation

Just below my window a rangale of deer at dawn fold into their prayer mats of snow. I am like the yearling at the edge, restless, unable to center myself, wandering in and out of the creek, waiting for the rest of the world to wake up. An hour later, they are still sitting on…

Christmas Blessing

“Life is this simple: we are living in a world that is absolutely transparent and the divine is shining through it all the time. This is not just a nice story or fable, it is true. This is something we are not able to see; but if we abandon ourselves to Him, forget ourselves, we…

Field of Monarchs

Field of Monarchs After Mary Oliver Come with me into the field of monarchs, where all day their long thin legs hang on swaying flowers Come marvel at the edging on their wings, delicate as Tiffany glass, dots of white so precise they could be painted and the orange wings glowing in the sun like…