Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful than the way the sun, every evening, relaxed and easy, floats toward the horizon...

This morning in class we had a conversation around "Spring Azures" by Mary Oliver, the poem I read, which made me think of a quote I...

I read this poem before, but just a few days ago, lying down in savasana, at the end of a beautiful yoga practice guided by Baxter Bell,...

I remembered part of this poem, by Mary Oliver, and shared it during my online yoga classes. Here is the full poem: In Blackwater Woods...

This poem makes me think of two important concepts: Vairagya, which can be translated as relinquishing or dispassion, and impermanence. A...

As long as you’re dancing, you can break the rules. Sometimes breaking the rules is just extending the rules. Sometimes there are no...

Looking for some Mary Oliver poems to read in the next Mexico Viniyoga Retreat, found this one: What Gorgeous Thing by Mary Oliver I do...

Just opened randomly her book "Devotions". Look what I found on page 93. The Other Kingdoms by Mary Oliver Consider the other kingdoms. ...

A dear student reminded me of this poem a few days ago. The Uses of Sorrow by Mary Oliver Someone I loved once gave me a box full of...

So wonderful to read this poem today! Another gift from my Poetry Fairy, Toni Goodman. Messenger Mary Oliver My work is loving the world....

A dear student mentioned this poem in class a few days ago (thank you for reminding us of this one, Eileen!): Poem 133: The Summer Day...

My friend Toni Goodman shared this beautiful Mary Oliver poem with us. Thank you Toni, my poetry mentor! Poem of the One World Mary...

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how...

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...

Will the hungry ox stand in the field and not eat of the sweet grass? Will the owl bite off its own wings? Will the lark forget to lift...

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like...

The poppies send up their orange flares; swaying in the wind, their congregations are a levitation of bright dust, of thin and lacy...

Landscape Mary Oliver Isn't it plain the sheets of moss, except that they have no tongues, could lecture all day if they wanted about ...

Sometimes the desire to be lost again, as long ago, comes over me like a vapor. With growth into adulthood, responsibilities claimed me,...

MYSTERIES, YES by Mary Oliver, from Evidence (Beacon Press) Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass...