Paul the Blackbird and Other Interruptions

The bee narrates his own symphony,  as I wonder —  do blackbirds run and hop,  more of a hop and Continue reading →

For the Future by Wendell Berry

Sweet Lemonade Skies

After The Wild Geese by Wendell Berry Walking in wetlands on Tuesday morning, rare time alone, I savour November sunshine Continue reading →

October Bees

After Wendell Berry. “Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.” Continue reading →

Sway

Do not mourn my decay Watch me sway And remember the words I helped you say

Life Up Close

Wendell Berry – A Voice for Today

I am reading a collection of Wendell Berry’s work and I am constantly in awe of how his words connect Continue reading →

Ease

They will join you, if you are still. You are a blade of grass flowing in the breeze, no threat, Continue reading →