Poem for a Sunday Morning

At Nightfall {Ted Kooser} In feathers the color of dusk, a swallow, up under the shadowy eaves of the barn, weaves now, with skillful beak and chitter, one bright white feather into her nest to guide her flight home in the darkness. It has taken a hundred thousand years for a bird to learn thisContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”

Here to there. There to here.

“We’re constantly saying as human beings, ‘Over there is slightly more important than here, where I’m standing.’” – David Whyte “Real change is best understood by staying in one place.” – Andy Goldsworthy I am pulled to exploration and adventure, the discovery of elsewhere as a tonic for here. I am pulled home again, forContinue reading “Here to there. There to here.”