"In one way, of course, God has given us the Morning Star already: you can go and enjoy the gift on many fine mornings if you get up early enough. What more, you may ask, do we want? Ah, but we want so much more–something the books on aesthetics take little notice of. But the [...]
Archive for September, 2007
A Hymn Fills the World
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Thank you to everyone who participated in this week's Poetry Party. I am deeply grateful for all of your beautiful and thoughtful words. Make sure to click over and read the most recent contributions (scroll to the bottom of the post). I sent out a bunch of emails this morning requesting your mailing addresses if you'd like a [...]
Full Moon Blessings
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About a month ago I shared a dream I had about renting an art studio space with wide windows onto the sea. My spiritual director said my psyche was insisting on more space for my art. I wasn't sure how to respond. I love making art out of my home and as I did a cursory search of art [...]
Poetry arrived in search of me
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Poetry And it was at that age… Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from the branches [...]
Invitation to Poetry: Requiem for a Sunflower
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Welcome to our fourth Poetry Party. These are posted every other Monday. I select an image and a title and invite you to respond with your poems and other words inspired by the image below. Leave them in the comments and I'll add them to the body of the post as they come in along with [...]
Equinox Blessings
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Tess' Sunday Collection is all about autumn, so head on over to read a number of wonderful links! Bette has blessed me this day with the kindest and most gracious words. Bette has been reading my blog since almost the beginning and has become a wonderful online friend who has inspired me in many ways, [...]
Sowing Our Inward Seeds of Fire
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Sunflower What sower walked over the earth, which hands sowed our inward seeds of fire? they went out from his fists like rainbow curves to frozen earth, young loam, hot sand, they will sleep there greedily, and drink up our lives and explode it into pieces for the sake of a sunflower that you haven't [...]
the way is made by walking
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Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the way is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road– Only wakes upon the sea. Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, [...]
Slowing-Down Space
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It is the end of one of those very long days and my body is tired, my spirit weary. I walk into the kitchen to fill up two large pots with water and put them on the stove to heat. Then I head into the bathroom and begin to fill the tub. We live in [...]
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