Images are all from the Wienerwald, or Vienna Woods, the large forest on the west side of the city.
Living with an Open Heart + Prayer Cycle Podcast ~ A Love Note from Your Online Abbess
I KneelI kneel before my mothergently clip each nail,her fingers gnarled like ancient oaks, toes red and splayed,ankle joints fused. I take a sock and scrunch it down,into a small halo and place the opening over her toesthen slide it up over her arch, around her heel, up her calf,a
October 11, 2026
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Mary Oliver has always been one of my favorite poets, she seems to speak what I am thinking but never can get it on paper. I spent a day in the forest Monday walking the trails among the gorgeous trees and breathing in the autumn smells of the forest, a wonderful day of Sabbath. Thank you for the poem and pictures!
Gorgeous photos . . . makes me want to travel there and get lost for a while . . .