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Cleaning up my bedroom, I have this pasted on my closet as a reminder that life is always a blessing. There are countless ways to feel the gratitude what life provides to us. Our job is to be able to … Continue reading
The Fawn by Mary Oliver
Sunday morning and mellow as precious metal
The church bells rang, but I went
To the woods instead.
A fawn, too new
For fear, rose from the grass
And stood with its spots blazing,
And knowing no way but words,
No trick but music,
I sang to him.
He listened.
His small hooves struck the grass.
Oh what is holiness?
The fawn came closer,
Walked to my hands, to my knees.
I did not touch him.
I only sang, and when the doe came back
Calling out to him dolefully
And he turned and followed her into the trees,
Still I sang,
Not knowing how to end such a joyful text,
Until far off the bells once more tipped and tumbled
And rang through the morning, announcing
The going forth of the blessed.
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We want to know. All we wanted to know but were afraid to ask. All we really needed to learn we learned in kindergarten… or college… or life. We want to know who loves us. We want to know who … Continue reading
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When it comes to father’s day, this is a paradox to me. Firstly, I grew up hardly knowing who my father was. I barely know him. He shaped my childhood from the stories I heard from others. Secondly, we never … Continue reading
The Temple bell stops –
but the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers
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I’ve been called weird. Huh? Me? Really? All of a sudden, I don’t want my face nor do I want to see people’s faces either on a photo.. That is way before the word selfie came out. I want to … Continue reading
