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 About Angels and About Trees Where do angels fly in the firmament, and how many can dance on the head of a pin? Well, I don't care abou...

 ...from Mary Oliver's Poem What Is There Beyond Knowing What I know I could put into a pack as if it were bread and cheese, and carry i...

  Down in the shady woodland Where the fern fronds are uncurled, A host of green umbrellas Are swiftly now unfurled. Do they shelter fairy p...

I had some sort of epiphany while studying a certain type of photography. I've done macro before. I love macro in every sense because it...

In the summer, I wake up without an alarm or even a nudge from anything else. My eyes open and my body says 'Wake up' On these hot h...

After my morning routine, I sat down with a new book that had arrived. It is called Dog Songs   written  by Mary Oliver. She is a renowned p...

Today's thoughts brought to you by Mary Oliver  Creeks  The dwindled creeks of summer, Unremarkable except, Down pasture, through woodlo...

It is the nature of the stone to be satisfied. It is the nature of the water to want to be somewhere else. ~~ Mary Oliver. It is no s...

So while talking to some of my CrossFit friends one of the other gals turned to me and said. "Well, maybe this is a sign you should s...

Mary Oliver  Excerpt from Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way All important ideas must include the trees, the mountains, and the rivers. ...

I really wanted to be very clever and say something with deep inner meaning and thought. I even read Rumi for some inspiration, but sadly, ...