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, […]
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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 took
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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 to the flowers. But they never came. Though the leaves looked like the type that would accompany flowers, forests have lots of plants that leaf but don’t bloom, so I wondered if that was the case. Or was it an off-year for that plant? Were they biennials, which bloom every other year? Or had I missed them?
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When my partner, George, died in October 2020, 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. By the long soft evenings, the silken roses in overflowing gardens. In October, I feared I had only darkness and
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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 about love.
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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
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A friend who offers occasional guided meditations begins each one by asking us to imagine ourselves in a nurturing place in nature. I am invariably sitting on a forest floor. Trees reach high above me, leafy branches arching overhead, sunlight glinting through the openings between the leaves. That is peaceful enough, but the most important
Ferns: the deep consolations of survival Read More »
Since my brother’s death in June, words have been hard to come by, for writing, speaking, even reading. Poetry has been a companion; so much meaning in so few words. And, on these bright, blooming California days, the tender mercies of beauty have been deeply consoling. Perry, who started his landscaping business in college, told
It became an instant cliche as the 2020 pandemic revealed the threadbare fabric of our culture. The essential people who make day-to-day life possible are often the ones in the most precarious and low-paid jobs. I am grateful to have professional people in my life But I depend completely on the people who grow, harvest,
It couldn’t be clearer: the power of interrelatedness Read More »