Why I Wake Early – Mary Oliver

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 morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–
good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.


Cohabiting with wild animals is tricky.  I figure WE are the invader. Humanity has decimated wildlife habitats.  It becomes a balancing act. Live traps,  making an area inaccessible or undesirable are our methods for dealing with anything we don’t want in certain areas.  To me, every creature except humanity, is attuned with this planet we call home.  They live in balance.  There is an ebb and flow with their existence.  A grace, a purity of spirit.  To make long eye contact with a squirrel or deer or fox or any animal, wild or domestic, is to see a soul that makes mine hunger to merge with that shining light within them.  They are truly authentic, without artifice.  The have humor, sadness, joy,  quirkiness … a vast array of emotions, as we do.

Be Love ~

Dream freely. Envision excellence.
Cherish your creations. Exude enthusiasm.
Be inspired. Inspire others.
Take pride in you. Recognize inner beauty.
Draw on inner strength. Look inside your soul.
Create peace. Seek truth. Spread joy.
Embark on adventure. Launch new ideas.
Think big. Invoke positives. Live fully. Reach out.
Aim high. Find happiness. Expect the best.
Be the best.  Believe in yourself.

~ Jan Michelsen

Repeating this beautiful poem …

Sleeping in the Forest
By: Mary Oliver

I thought the earth
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.


Solstice Poem

by Mary Saracino
Deep night, Dark night
Night of the longest sigh
Soulful night, Sacred night
Night of the longest dreams
Cold night, Holy night
Night of unfurling desires
Womb of the world, Birther of hope
Bringer of peace and good will
Pray, pray for all good things
That suffering for all will end
That life will thrive and generosity reign
In the hearts of all humankind
That joy will rise and children will fly
On wings of prosperity
Oh hear our plea, this silent night
When the moon is round in the sky
When hopes are high and eyes are wide
with delight and audacity
May Love prevail tonight, and always
Leading us back to our Source
May we dance with the dark, without hesitation or fear
And savor her promise of plenty
Deep night
Dark night
Night of the longest sigh
May our weary hearts stay vigilant and receptive
To all that is loving and dear