Category Archives: quotations and poetry

the wonder and the terror

The art of being a warrior is to balance the wonder and the terror of being alive. -Carlos Castaneda Thank you to Lindsey Rainwater, in whose Twitter feed I found this lovely quote.

Holiness comes wrapped in the ordinary

Holiness comes wrapped in the ordinary. There are burning bushes all around you. Every tree is full of angels. Hidden beauty is waiting in every crumb. – Plato I found this quote, the first sentence of which is as good an encapsulation of what I believe as I’ve ever read, on Kerry Landreth’s beautiful blog, […]

the same thing

In the end we discover that to love and let go can be the same thing. – Jack Kornfield

Toward the Solstice

Toward the Solstice, 1977 The thirtieth of November. Snow is starting to fall. A peculiar silence is spreading Over the fields, the maple grove. It is the thirtieth of May, Rain pours on ancient bushes, runs Down the youngest blade of grass. I am trying to hold in one steady glance All the parts of […]

Learning to be on our own

Because Grey was a pilot, everything he said in the plane was recorded.  After his death, I was given a transcript of that recording, and so I know what my son’s last words were. He was flying in formation, that day, with another plane. When Grey realized something was wrong with his plane, he radioed […]

reality is like radium

We are hurt; we are lonely; and we turn to music or words, and as compensation beyond all price we are given glimpses of the world on the other side of time and space. We all have glimpses of glory as children, and as we grow up we forget them, or are taught to think […]

We are here to witness

We are here to witness the creation and abet it. We are here to notice each thing so each thing gets noticed. Together we notice not only each mountain shadow and each stone on the beach but, especially, we notice the beautiful faces and complex natures of each other. We are here to bring to […]

we are saying thank you faster and faster

Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow for the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the water looking out in different directions. […]

First, Lord: No tattoos

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches. May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty. When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her […]

I shall joyfully allow

I shall open my eyes and ears. Once every day I shall simply stare at a tree, a flower, a cloud, or a person. I shall not then be concerned at all to ask what they are but simply be glad that they are. I shall joyfully allow them the mystery of what C.S. Lewis […]