Truth and Consolation

Everything in the first list is true. Everything in the second list is also true. TRUTH Life is hard.* You are not important. Your life is not about you. You are not in control. You are going to die CONSOLATION Yes, it’s hard. It’s also joyful and magnificent. Which do you choose to focus on?Continue reading “Truth and Consolation”

#23 – Get Closer

This is #23 in the series, “50 Ideas Worth Fighting For.” This is another one I think is worth your time. As valuable – as essential – as the big picture is, it is meaningless if it does not include an intimate awareness of what is happening at ground level. A coastal hillside, monochromatic againstContinue reading “#23 – Get Closer”

#22 – Time Alone

This is #22 in the series, “50 Ideas Worth Fighting For.” Here’s another one you might like. How I Go to the Woods Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to theContinue reading “#22 – Time Alone”

#8 – Take a break

This is #8 in the series, “50 Ideas Worth Fighting For.” “Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.” – Anne Lamott If you are reading this on Sunday afternoon, I hope it’s from an easy chair or the sofa. I hope you’ve just returned from a hike,Continue reading “#8 – Take a break”

Your Busy Heart

Take your busy heart to the art museum and the chamber of commerce but take it also to the forest. The song you heard singing in the leaf when you were a child is singing still. I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four, and the leaf is singing still. ~ from What Can I Say,Continue reading “Your Busy Heart”

Poem for a Sunday Morning

Dear Darkening Ground {Rainer Maria Rilke} Dear darkening ground, you’ve  endured so patiently the walls we’ve built, perhaps you’ll give the cities one more hour and grant the churches and cloisters two. And those that labor-maybe you’ll let their work grip them another five hours – or seven before you become forest again, and wideningContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”

Do you dare?

It was above the timber line. The steady march of the forest had stopped as if some invisible barrier had been erected beyond which no trees dared move in a single file. Beyond was barrenness, sheer rocks, snow patches and strong untrammeled winds. Here and there were short tufts of evergreen bushes that had somehowContinue reading “Do you dare?”

Too Many Trails

I watched a hiking documentary the other day. It’s called, “Figure It Out On the Hayduke Trail.” That led to my watching another hiking documentary, this one called “Mile, Mile and a Half.” It’s about a film-making team’s trek down the John Muir Trail. (Both are available on Amazon Prime if you are so inclined.)Continue reading “Too Many Trails”

You do not have to be good

In memory of poet Mary Oliver, who died one year ago today, I offer a reflection I wrote in 2016 on her poem, “Wild Geese.”  I tacked this poem onto my bulletin board a few days ago. It’s been staring at me ever since, trying to help me understand, to see in a new way.Continue reading “You do not have to be good”