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Ecstasy as Housewifery I light red candles for the table. I sing to the trees as they leaf. I practice mundane ecstasy. I wash breakfast dishes in pear-scented suds and look out the window at slow burgeoning buds and know, too, of the soft grey nubs where the peach flowers will not come this year— [...]
Before We Can Unlearn At this moment, you are seamlessly flowingwith the cosmos. There is no difference between your breathing and the breathing of the rain forest, between your bloodstream and the world’s rivers, between your bones and the cliffs of Dover. … The Universe thinks and worksthrough you. —Deepak Chopra So far it’s the [...]
Just When I Think I Know All day, I carried your love in my pocket as if it were a stone, something solid, something with weight, with a shape I might memorize. I rubbed it like a rosary, fingering its hollows and bumps. I found odd comfort in its smoothness, its heft. Imagine my surprise [...]
Because of the acheI learn to practiceaccepting what seems unacceptable, for instancethis surplus of spacethat gapes between us— I tell myselfimagine all the butterfliesthat might fly in this breach. I tell myselfthe shoulder is madeso the hand might reach. ]]> Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Recommend on Facebook share via Reddit Share with Stumblers [...]
As an organic orchardist, I have learned a lot about how much good it does to worry. None. If it is going to freeze, it is going to freeze. If it is going to hail for a minute and ding up 70 acres of fruit, it is going to hail. Doesn’t do one bit of [...]
Colorado BloggersPowered By Ringsurf Have you ever wished your life had a sound track? Living in Telluride, Colorado, with a local radio station KOTO and a flurry of music festivals all summer, we just about do have a collective sound track. But I have this fascination with a personal sound track, one that would include [...]
Sometimes when you open a can of worms, you realize the can is much deeper than you thought. And while you contemplate the depths of the seemingly bottomless container, a lot of the worms wriggle away, and you see you can’t possibly fit them back into the original can. That’s what happens when you try [...]
What we try to hide, how early it starts, and when does it stop? It’s not easy being unique. Just ask Sam (not his real name), one of the fourth grade boys I worked with in Lake City for the last two weeks. I didn’t ask him. He told me anyway, in a poem. First, [...]
Technorati Profile Ohm or Om I have tried to resist the killing frost, to create enough heat in my defiance to save a whole orchard of pear and peach. As if worry could raise a May night one degree. I invent new battle hymns in my blood. With my friction, I try to protect the [...]
“You are the hero who doesn’t get it right,” wrote the boy. “You are the hero who forgets things and shows up late.” I loved it. There is something marvelous about embracing a flawed hero. It gives us permission to believe that we too might be courageous defenders, contributors to the greater good despite our [...]
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