Wednesday, January 13, 2016


THE JOURNEY
Above the mountains 
the geese turn into
the light again
painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.
Sometimes everything 
has to be
enscribed across
the heavens
so you can find 
the one line
already written 
inside you.
Sometimes it takes 
a great sky
to find that
first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.
Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire 
has gone out
someone has written 
something new
in the ashes
of your life.
You are not leaving.
Even as the light 
fades quickly now,
you are arriving.

~David Whyte

Thursday, August 20, 2015

"Instead of wondering when your next vacation is going to be,
maybe you should set up a life you don't need to escape from."

 ~Seth Godin 














Wednesday, April 08, 2015

"Spring has returned. 
The Earth is like a child who knows poems."
~Rainer Maria Rilke









Friday, April 03, 2015

Thursday, December 04, 2014


"There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say "It is yet more difficult than you thought." This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works as an obstruction, to baffle us and deflect our intended course. It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings." 
-Wendell Berry

Friday, October 12, 2012

Sunday, March 11, 2012