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Someone says “Good-bye” and disappears behind doors or fades into the distance in a train…

This might be the best I’ll ever feel, these aches, these pains, this deep fatigue—…

We need to separate to see the life we’ve made, to leave our house where…

“Bless you” to the spouse in the middle of another sneezing fit prompted by an…

it was weeks ago now. that first month of september we spent here on this…

If you find yourself half naked and barefoot in the frosty grass, hearing, again, the…

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.     It will flame out, like shining…

This is what life does. It hits you like a stone through the window in…

The stars fell through my window tonight Astonished I got up They were everywhere Calling…

Nature teaches nothing is lost. It’s transmuted. Spread between rows of beans, last year’s rusty…

I want companions of passion, who still ask how and why and what, the way the sun…

Crisply the bright snow whispered, Crunching beneath our feet; Behind us as we walked along…

There is a good kind of waiting which trusts the agents of fermentation. There is…

Everything is beautiful and I am so sad. This is how the heart makes a…

The year has rocked this world to its roots. What if for one day each…

It is a kind of love, is it not? How the cup holds the tea,…

Hokusai says look carefully. He says pay attention, notice. He says keep looking, stay curious….

A pitcher of lemonade Sunday newspaper scattered Like leaves on the floorboards My best friend…

after a line from William Stafford When the leaves are about to yellow and fall…

Life was following its own sacred rhythm, when, suddenly, an accident interrupted the flow, changing…