Sep 042014

We’ve begun again in the direction of home as the first sharp winds sweep changed leaves onto the lake – they’re taken. This is the first time this has happened again. We’ve done as we came to do, by not a wish of our own, but a marrowdeep migration we’ve always made on weakening wings. The coming together, the falling out of formation, dizzying rests for breath and grazing. As we came to do, we’ve [read more…]

Aug 282014

Call upon our great ocean that she may grace your shores with her foamy lapping. Make yourself as still as sand, who knows the patience of millennia, having been ground down to its essential parts. Wait your turn at the edge of known things that she might soak you with her rising swell. Wish for nothing but to be dislodged by her power, carried into her depths for the chance at a glimpse of the [read more…]

Apr 302014

Do not be ready before your time. There’s no knowing what symmetry is marshalling itself below this confusion. First the long attentiveness of listening must be paid. Don’t brave your way out of this husk while it serves to protect your impressionability. Let yourself be kept a while longer in these origins where you are mine alone and I am only yours. Let something sweet be made of our secret. Put not your offering into [read more…]

Feb 082014

Artwork by Eyvind Earle (1916-2000) Let me say this before rain becomes a utility that they can plan and distribute for money. By “they” I mean the people who cannot understand that rain is a festival, who do not appreciate its gratuity, who think that what has no price has no value, that what cannot be sold is not real, so that the only way to make something actual is to place it on the [read more…]

Jan 012014

May we rediscover the power of circles, of sitting in council to listen and learn; the power of trusting the wisdom that emerges from the voices that are quietest, least valued or that we least expect to learn from. May we recall the power of listening patiently for the intelligence of the whole to emerge, without rushing toward conclusions. May we risk that first step of standing on behalf of what we most love and [read more…]

Dec 122013

In preparation for his most recent (7th) book of poetry ‘Pilgrim,’ David Whyte collected stories from everyone he knew who had walked the great Camino de Santiago, a 791 km pilgrimage from the foothills of the Pyrenees in France to Santiago de Compostela in northwestern Spain. He writes about life through the eyes of a pilgrim – a person who has, intentionally or not, found themselves in a place of meaningful transition. This being on [read more…]

Nov 222013

How do you endeavour words at the marvel of dawn – slow but suddenly arising in your heart? How do you speak to the dispersing cold and fog from the treetops, the gradual bathing of your outlook in gentle pinks and gold? What can you say towards the stillness of things, even as they move, like a sleepy barge drifting through the channel, reflecting the presence of that forgiving first light from all its bright [read more…]

Nov 022013

Oh to meet, however briefly, the greatness that lives under our surface. To summon enough bravery to be without armour and strategy, for the chance at meeting that irreducible power. Oh to make of our terrified hearts a prayer of surrender to the God of Love; that we remain safe in our quivering ache to be near that Otherness, even for a moment. To touch that ancient life who will never relinquish its wilderness, who [read more…]

Oct 182013

So many of us are out at sea, looking for home. We try this way and that, battling the endless march of adversaries, led by cynicism and apathy. We fight them with every poetry we possess. We are gentle. We yield. We get back to navigating our crafts. Every once in a while, exhaustion can turn into despair. The tiny flame, which takes our every resource to shield, blows out on an unexpected gust. Even [read more…]