Intrinsic Heart

Magic We were talking about magic as we drove along a crowded Sunday highway when the whirl of wings made me turn and a flock of geese flew over our car so low I could see their feet tucked under...

I HAVE ROADS IN ME Winding within my arteries into distant hills of memories, where dreams float like dandelion fibers on bright, chill, breezy mornings under a canopy of cottonwood branches. Where leaves glimmer sunlight roads turn. I have roads...

The Beginning of Real Time Almost morning, somewhere along the edge of March, I woke to a moment so still, I heard the ice cracking on the frozen waters of the world. Rising from the valley between night and day,...

  THERE IS NO WORD FOR GOODBYE Sokoya, I said, looking through the net of wrinkles into wise black pools of her eyes. What do you say in Athabascan when you leave each other? What is the word for goodbye?...

By Wendell Berry, excerpted from What Are People For? ~~~~~~~~~~~ Of Love by Mary Oliver I have been in love more times than one, thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting whether active or not. Sometimes it was all but...

There is at the back of all our lives an abyss of light, more blinding and unfathomable than any abyss of darkness; and it is the abyss of actuality, of existence, of the fact that things truly are, and that...