Tag Archives: Mary Oliver

Finding my place in the family of things

National Poetry Month, Day 28  //  In my twenties, newly out of college and on my own, starting a new career, finding my way in the world, I had learned that I had to be good, very good, if I were to amount to anything in life. My parents, particularly my father, had taught me […]

Before death comes

National Poetry Month, Day 15  //  It’s a curious paradox. As the number of my days reaches fullness and the number of those to come dwindles, I grow less concerned with preparing for what may come after this life and more concerned with what remains on this side of the divide. The question of the […]

On listening to your heart

What’s on your list of things to do? Mine includes chores like mow the lawn; power wash the fence and garage; clear the piles of paper from my study. What does your list include? Here are some things that were on Leonardo da Vinci’s list of things to do in 1510: calculate the measurement of […]

A shrinking circle of friends (interlude)

Soon after posting my last entry, “A shrinking circle of friends,” one friend who’s still in my circle sent me a long and thoughtful message in reply, a message that got me thinking about how my circle of friends takes shape and about what friends offer to one another. A longer “Part 2” to my […]

A whisper is enough

At some place deeper than where I usually live, I’ve passed the proverbial tipping point or am very near it, it seems, with the unrelenting offense from Washington – and from elsewhere, to be sure, but especially from Washington. I wonder less about what shoe will drop next, expecting that all of them will drop […]