Posted on February 27, 2013 by Jennifer Wolfe
Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
~ Mary Oliver
Posted on February 16, 2013 by Jennifer Wolfe
“The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy.
Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.”
~ Terry Tempest Williams
Take a walk with me.
When I need to be alone, this is where I head.
When I need to remember to look closely.
When I need to hear prayers whispered to me,
and see the color, witness the adaptability and the tenderness of the world outside myself.
When I need to be reminded that life is a study in contrast.
and that we are merely the recipients of her beauty.
The world is holy.
We are holy.
All life is holy.