“Elders belong to the earth, honoring all the names of love. They tend the universe, offering blessing to everything wild.” —Belden Lane, The Great Conversation: Nature and the Care of the Soul Prairiewoods’ Grandmother Oak is one of my most important elderhood mentors. She has grown for three centuries into a beautiful arbor elder, living…
It is my great privilege to live On a North bank of Indian Creek Where in our back yard, The creek flows from East to West. And where forty or fifty yards downstream The creek begins to make a grand U-turn Achieved with great dignity Over another hundred yards or so Which, when once complete…
“Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.” —Mary Oliver, Sometimes My lifelong goal as a writer: to articulate the ways that how we treat the earth and the body are deeply rooted, and how grief, love, and care for the natural world in the tending of the dying and dead…
My favorite poet, Mary Oliver, wrote in Sometimes: “Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.” —Mary Oliver, Sometimes Straightforward, simple directions for telling a bit of my story. When I received a congratulatory birthday note from the Iowa House on my 80th birthday, I gasped in astonishment! “80, how can…
“It is not uncommon for people to spend their whole life waiting to start living.” —Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now As we approach the end of May, one of the busiest times of the year, it may bring closure to another school year for students and teachers. People graduate from various training programs and…
Remember the truth that is being whispered in the peaceful stillness. Listen to the birds rejoice as they glide through the sky, being bathed with sunlight. Join the tree branches in their swaying dance, praising their creator. Embrace the wind’s gentle caress as it rolls over your cheeks and swirls your hair. Welcome the harmony…
Last night at twilight (one of my favorite times), I was doing a walk about and thinking of transitions. As the sun set, I saw this pink glow in the east. Something, for whatever reason I hadn’t “seen” before. All I could think of at that point was a term that had been rolling around in my head for…
January Palm fronds sing their song Is all creation singing? Shhh, let’s all listen February Today’s encounters Dragonfly, hawk, butterfly The wings are busy May Wrens, frogs, water’s flow How many songs make a day? Ears of the heart know August Pine cones cushion path Holy water falls from sky Wind is Spirit’s voice September…
Many of us know and love the poetry of Rumi, Hafez, and Kabir, medieval mystics whose passions and insights have been translated into modern language as a gift intended to help us cultivate our own love for God. I’ve been working on a project that has allowed me to see this kind of work from…
A few summers ago, I was fortunate to stay at Prairiewoods for an artist’s retreat of blissful painting, reading and walking in the woods and prairie. But the surprise highlight of my five-day personal retreat emerged each night just before night fell. At dusk that first night, I noticed some lights out the window in…