Still I Rise

(Thank you Erin for sharing this fabulous quote!) Still I Rise BY MAYA ANGELOU You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk like…

This is my church.

This is where She reaches me and asks questions of me, engaging my heart, soul and mind. Sunlight illuminates what is wet and green, reflections of the pool water dance on the ceiling. Life is – in this instant it is – it is sun and rain, smell and taste of coffee, laughter and ease…

The Summer Day – Mary Oliver

  Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean – the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down…

Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. You must wake up with sorrow. You must speak to it till your voice…