How the Worst Day of My Life Became the Best by Andrea Gibson When I realized the storm was inevitable, I made it my medicine. Took two snowflakes on the tongue in the morning, two snowflakes on the tongue by...
Common Ground Always in big woods when you leave familiar ground and step off alone into a new place there will be, along with the feelings of curiosity and excitement, a little nagging of dread. It is the ancient fear...
Indelible, Miraculous friend, think of your breath on a cold pane of glass you can write your name there with an outstretched finger or frosted, untouched grass in the early morning, a place where you can dance alone leave your...
Who Knows What Is Going On Who knows what is going on on the other side of each hour? How many times the sunrise was there, behind a mountain! How many times the brilliant cloud piling up far off was...
For Light Light cannot see inside things. That is what the dark is for: Minding the interior, Nurturing the draw of growth Through places where death In its own way turns into life. In the glare of neon times, Let...
The Inner Sky Ah, not to be cut off, not through the slightest partition shut out from the law of the stars. The inner—what is it? if not intensified sky, hurled through with birds and deep with the winds of...
There is meaning, intrinsic meaning, in every moment.
