Starting here, what do you want to remember? How sunlight creeps along a shining floor? What scent of old wood hovers, what softened...

Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight...

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is...

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding...

As the plump squirrel scampers Across the roof of the corncrib, The moon suddenly stands up in the darkness, And I see that it is...

In the silence of the heart God speaks. If you face God in prayer and silence, God will speak to you. Then you will know that you are...

Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you’re bravely working Expecting the worst, you look, and instead here’s the...

The taste of the still warm cherry tomatoes was so sweet and delicious. I grabbed them this afternoon from the plant, and they felt...

As much as I love to teach, I also love my free days. On free days, life goes a little bit slower, and sometimes pajamas are required,...

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A...

There alone in the interior of heaven You invent your word, Giver of Life! What will you decide? En el Interior del Cielo (Spanish...

Here is a beautiful blessing for all travelers, by John O'Donohue For the Traveler Every time you leave home, Another road takes you Into...

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let...

This morning, at waterside, a sparrow flew to a water rock and landed, by error, on the back of an eider duck; lightly it fluttered off,...

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding...

When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps...

Above the mountains the geese turn into the light again painting their black silhouettes on an open sky. Sometimes everything has to...

I was sad one day and went for a walk; I sat in a field. A rabbit noticed my condition and came near. It often does not take more than...

I have been reflecting on what it is to be a mother, what it is to relate to our mothers, and also what it is to relate to what can...

"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." #marcelproust #quotation