Why I Wake Early, Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face.  Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even the miserable and crotchety-

best preacher that ever was, … more

Today Chuck and I fixed a flooded culvert on the Chickadee and then drove up the road to turn around. Driving over Jones Brook I noticed a tree full of icicles. It had formed from high water to low water, and dropping temperatures. I asked Chuck to stop so I … more

My favorite Mary Oliver poem, al least right this minute.

How I Go To The Woods

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or … more

“Practice and all is coming.” Pattabhi Jois

It doesn’t matter what. Whether it is yoga or skiing, or breathing, or brushing your teeth, writing, learning a language. Whether it is driving, or walking. Or just relaxing. Practice and all is coming. I think about this all the time in yoga. … more