Tag: poetry

Why we’re here

The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake…

Savoring flowers

  The lilac is blooming, and the rain has lifted. Amazing how each garden transition is like a birth. Just like each breath, and each day. Last night I hosted a short silent meditation session for my Mindful Self-Compassion community, and I read Mary…

A self-compassionate first aid kit

Recently, my 9-year-old daughter came home from school and shared an event that had happened during recess while playing a game known as “deadly tick tock” on the tire swing. She’d flashed back to a memory of our family’s car accident the July before,…

The Peace of Wild Things

The Journey

Are you willing to pause, and listen, and re-connect? “…And there was a new voice, which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world…” Mary Oliver – The Journey, in DREAM WORK (1986)

When you are lost

This picture is from the grounds of Cloud Mountain, a meditation retreat center in rural Washington (1 hour from Portland), where I’ve been grateful to sit at in the past. It seemed fitting for a poem I also return to, again and again. Lost…