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From the moment you were born,
your death has walked beside you.
Though it seldom shows its face,
you still feel its empty touch
when fear invades your life,
or what your love is lost
or inner damage is incurred...

Yet when destiny draws you
into

The sun is still rising,
the wind is still blowing,
and out here in the wild,
you are growing.

And there might be days
where you might struggle to feel it’s true,
and you might struggle to trust
that here in the wilderness,
there is more ahead of

Deep in the forest there stood
A tree whose heart beat in the winter wood
Who understood everything that was bad
And everything that was good.

It extended long arms to woo you
As the winter wind blew and blew
And every thing a child could think,
The

you are not here and yet you are everywhere. i cannot see you and yet i see the evidence of how you so richly poured yourself into my world. i cannot hear you and yet your voice is in everything i do from day to day. from the first glimpse of the

I know there may have been times in your life when you’ve stopped dancing, stopped singing, stopped being yourself because someone was watching you. Judging you.

And you are not the only one to feel this way. But I can’t help thinking that we’ve g

May The Light Of Your Soul Guide You
by John O’Donohue

May the light of your soul guide you.
May the light of your soul bless the work
You do with the secret love and warmth of your heart.
May you see in what you do the beauty of your own soul.
May

The Christmas Tree Fairy
by Cicely Mary Barker, (1923)

The little Christmas Tree was born
And dwelt in open air;
It did not guess how bright a dress
Some day its boughs would wear;
Brown cones were all, it thought, a tall
And grown-up Fir would bear

As I began to love myself
I found that anguish and
emotional suffering are only
warning signs that I was living
against my own truth.
Today, I know, this is Authenticity.

As I began to love myself
I understood how much
it can offend somebody
if I try

It’s when the earth shakes
And foundations crumble
That our light is called
To rise up.

It’s when everything falls away
And shakes us to the core
And awakens all
Of our hidden ghosts
That we dig deeper to find
Once inaccessible strength.

It’s in ti

Breakage
by Mary Oliver

I go down to the edge of the sea.
How everything shines in the morning light!
The cusp of the whelk,
the broken cupboard of the clam,
the opened, blue mussels,
moon snails, pale pink and barnacle scarred—
and nothing at all w

"Don't Shame Yourself"

Don’t ever
shame yourself
for showing up,
admitting or sharing,
only to be shutdown
or even ghosted.
To want to reach out
and describe your struggle
and be understood
is better than holding
it all painfully insi

I’ve found myself thinking “I couldn’t go through this again.”

But when I think about it -
I mean, really think about it –
that’s not true.

If I had my time again…

I would know you again.

I would love you again.

And if that meant I would lose you again,
I

I love listening to the rain pitter pattering on the hood of my coat.
I love watching storms dance around the sky from behind a window.
I love feeling the warmth of the sun when I’m sitting in the shade.
And I love hearing the waves crash against th

There's a robin on my fence today,

A feather by my feet
A heart-shaped leaf that blows along
Beside me down the street

Your song played on the radio
This morning in the car
And just last night I could've sworn
I saw a shooting star

The sun and r

~ The Garden in September ~

“I’ve come to love September almost as much as May.

It’s a month of gentle transition, bidding farewell to summer and ushering in autumn.

September is famously soft, rich and characterful, like a fine wine or well-crafted c

Late in May as the light lengthens
toward summer the young goldfinches
flutter down through the day for the first time
to find themselves among fallen petals
cradling their day’s colors in the day’s shadows
of the garden beside the old house
after

Each day is born with a sunrise
and ends in a sunset, the same way we
open our eyes to see the light,
and close them to hear the dark.
You have no control over
how your story begins or ends.
But by now, you should know that
all things have an ending.
Ever

“A bit of earth,
She wants a little bit of earth.
She'll plant some seeds.
The seeds will grow,
The flowers bloom
Their beauty just the thing she needs.

A bit of earth,
A drop of dew,
A bit of earth
A single stem begins to rise.

That bit of earth

Sleeping in the Forest
— Mary Oliver

I thought the earth
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white

The Fairy Shepherd
by Cicely Fox Smith

When stars come gleaming one by one,
And fold and farm are still,
O I go out to keep the sheep
All night upon the hill.
My master deems me chill and cold
When he lies warm in bed,

But I run leaping with my flock,
And l