Tuesday, October 10, 2017


"You're the one who flew down
to that river from the heavens,
as if your form alone were the only
holy message needed."

from Stone Bird
by Pattiann Rogers


Monday, October 9, 2017


"But its real strength lies in the quiet tension of isolation   
And living patiently, without atonement or regret,
In the eternity of the plain moments, the nest of care   
—Until suddenly, all alone, the mind is lifted upward into   
Light and air and the nothingness of the sky,   
Held there in that vacant, circumstantial blue until,
In the vehemence of a landscape where all the colors disappear,   
The quiet absolution of the spirit quickens into fact, "

from There Late Wisconsin Spring
by John Goethe

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Went to Kew today. Nowhere near Natural History Museum. We are fine.



"I have been younger in October
than in all the months of spring
… walnut and may leaves the color
of shoulders at the end of summer
a month that has been to the mountain
and become light there
the long grass lies pointing uphill
even in death for a reason
that none of us knows"

W.S. Merwin

Friday, October 6, 2017

"When despair grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things"
from The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry 


Wednesday, October 4, 2017

"The moon drops one or two feathers into the field. 
The dark wheat listens. 
Be still. 
Now. 
There they are, the moon's young, trying 
Their wings. "

from Beginnings
by James Wright



Tuesday, October 3, 2017



"I seem to hear a bar of music float 

And swoon into the west; 
My ear can scarcely catch the whispered note, 
But something in my breast 
Blends with that strain, till both accord in one, 
As cloud and colour blend at set of sun. "

At Sunset
by Pauline Johnson

Sunday, October 1, 2017


"And as I take my body back 
the sun lays its warm muzzle on my lap 
as if to make amends."

from I Am Learning to Abandon the World
by Linda Pastan