Spirit of the Wolf, You who wanders the wild lands, You who stalks in silent shadows, You who runs and leaps between the moss-covered trees, lend me your primal strength, and the wisdom of your glowing eyes. Teach me to relentlessly track my desires. And to stand in […]
“The Oriole’s Secret” To hear an oriole sing May be a common thing, Or only a divine. It is not of the bird Who sings the same, unheard, As unto crowd. The fashion of the ear Attireth that it hear In dun or fair. So whether it be […]
A Barred Owl BY RICHARD WILBUR The warping night air having brought the boom Of an owl’s voice into her darkened room, We tell the wakened child that all she heard Was an odd question from a forest bird, Asking of us, if rightly listened to, “Who cooks […]
Into the foggy mist on a wintery afternoon. The hustle and bustle of the holidays seemingly silenced by the calm and peaceful fog. It is in this time that clarity can be found. If one looks close enough, even the smallest drops seem to be alive. Finding a […]
The spirit of Christmas is the spirit of love and of generosity and of goodness. It illuminates the picture window of the soul, and we look out upon the world’s busy life and become more interested in people than in things. Thomas S. Monson
Did I offer peace today? Did I bring a smile to someone’s face? Did I say words of healing? Did I let go of my anger and resentment? Did I forgive? Did I love?’ These are the real questions. I must trust that the little bit of love […]
High Flight “Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High […]
The Weathered Old Barn A stranger came by the other day with an offer that set me to thinking. He wanted to buy the old barn that sits out by the highway. I told him right off he was crazy. He was a city type, you could tell […]
IN SPRING Your grasses up north are as blue as jade, Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches; And at last you think of returning home, Now when my heart is almost broken…. O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, Why part the silk curtains […]
There’s no better way to celebrate the best days of summer then with a great gallop in the field with friends. This morning was the Hunter Pace at the barn. A secretly timed race that each team tries to get as close to the time as possible. Different […]
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 