I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention… ~ Mary Oliver, The Summer Day ~ Attention is the gateway to love and awe. There is no wonder without it, whether it’s attending that stops us in our tracks or the kind we carefully make time for and nurture. …
Attention is reverence: celebrating the Season of Creation Read More »
When I started my landscape design business in the 1980s the staff at plant nurseries nicknamed me ‘the weed lady’ because I kept asking for plants that most people were removing. As much as I could, I wanted to plant the grasses and wildflowers, trees and shrubs native to the glacial moraine known as Long …
One early May day some years ago I was walking with a friend in a preserve near her home. I had discovered the trail the day before and was so delighted with the abundance of wildflowers I wanted to share them with her. She was equally delighted. And then, as we finished the trail, said, …
I am a star that has grown out of the earth, created from the gifts of my celestial sisters and the rich ground at my roots. I hover above the soil I grow from, luminous in constellations of white and rare, palest yellow in quiet, dappled forests. A vibrant sea of purple, royal in exuberant, …
Vision is an art, and nature an old master painter teaching us how to see the underlying reality of things to be — before they actually are. ~ Monica Gagliano ~ In 1977 the Museum of Modern Art in New York City had a major exhibit of Paul Cezanne’s paintings. On my first visit, I …
Cezanne, shamans, and the intelligence of plants Read More »
The act of looking, of paying attention, is akin to prayer for me. It can be transporting….Plants are my doorways to wonder. ~Robin Wall Kimmerer~ The first year I saw nothing but handsome, corrugated leaves with irregular brown markings. They reminded me of the trout lilies in my native northeast forests, so I looked forward …
When my partner George died in October one of the things I dreaded was the coming rainy season. After my brother’s death in June, I was consoled by the beautiful blue and yellow days, the long soft evenings, the silken roses in overflowing gardens. By October I feared I had only darkness and storms ahead. …
After reading my last essay, A Year of Love and Death, on the losses of 2020, both personal and worldwide, my brother-in-law sent me a poem by John O’Donohue called For Grief. My partner George’s Irishness was a wild and wonderful force in his life. In the years before his death, he explored Celtic spirituality with …
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life…) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart ~E.E. Cummings~ In mid-October, I was sitting at the deathbed of my beloved, thinking …
The dying down of the zest for life is the greatest danger to the whole human venture and to the whole venture of the planet. ~Thomas Berry~ This is my fourth celebration of the September-long Season of Creation, and a year when keeping zest alive and well is profoundly challenging. Yet I agree with Thomas …
Love against all odds: celebrating the Season of Creation Read More »