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Jennifer Wolfe April 19, 2017 1 Comment

Wherever You Are Is Called Here: Poetry from David Wagoner

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Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe at jenniferwolfe.net.

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Let Me Be: Poetry For Celebrating Summer Solstice - June 21, 2017
Don’t You Think Age Is Only A Number? - June 17, 2017
Teaching In Indonesia: What’s Similar And Different To The U.S. - June 6, 2017

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you. If you leave it, you may […]

Jennifer Wolfe March 22, 2017 11 Comments

All That Glorious, Temporary Stuff: Poetry By Mary Oliver

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Let Me Be: Poetry For Celebrating Summer Solstice - June 21, 2017
Don’t You Think Age Is Only A Number? - June 17, 2017
Teaching In Indonesia: What’s Similar And Different To The U.S. - June 6, 2017

Meditation, so I’ve heard, is best accomplished if you entertain a certain strict posture. Frankly, I prefer just to lounge under a tree. So why should I think I could ever be successful? Some days I fall asleep, or land in that even better place – half-asleep – where the world, spring, summer, autumn, winter […]

Jennifer Wolfe December 23, 2013 7 Comments

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Let Me Be: Poetry For Celebrating Summer Solstice - June 21, 2017
Don’t You Think Age Is Only A Number? - June 17, 2017
Teaching In Indonesia: What’s Similar And Different To The U.S. - June 6, 2017

I’m sitting cross legged on the couch, recently rearranged to directly face the six foot high Douglass fir that stands regally in our front window. at this hour of the morning the house is blissfully quiet, the only audible sound being the ticking of the kitchen clock and the occasional hum of the refrigerator to […]