The Blue Flower

TRANSLUCENCE by Denise Levertov Once I understood (till I forget, at least) the immediacy of new life, Vita Nova, redemption not stuck in...

I am ten years-old, barefoot on a late spring day, and sinking into a grave. That’s what I like to pretend for a split second as my toes...

Sometime in March I projected ahead and planned to write this entry around Mother’s Day. Then, with recalibrating during this time of...

So much has changed in our world since last I wrote. I could write of course about the coronavirus and the current situation we all are...

*I began this post in early February but only now was able to finish it. It speaks from a mid-winter perspective, but hopefully it will...

"What was it -- that burning, that amazement, that endless insufficiency, that sweet, that deep, that radiant feeling of tears welling up?...

On this eve of Christmas Eve, in the midst of what I hope has been a cheering, luminous month for my readers, I bring to you first a...

Some readers might be familiar with Mary and Martha in the Bible. Two sisters of Jesus' acquaintance, Martha was all work and bustle,...

I have more than one post percolating on literature and motherhood. Tonight I offer you the first. I have only ever read The God of...

As we enter December, days are the shortest, and nights are the longest, and yet, it is the season of light. This is true not only for...

I'm hosting a small family gathering tomorrow, and yet nothing can keep me from writing this post. At this time of Thanksgiving, I am...

by Rachel Field Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered,—‘Snow.’ Leaves were...

"Adopt the pace of Nature. Her secret is patience." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson It was satisfying to turn my calendar at work to November and...

One of my writer, teacher, kindred-spirit friends, Lisa, reminded me, after my post about the inspiration to be found in ordinary things,...

Yesterday evening, in my part of New England, you might have seen it: the sky was awash in cool watercolors, layer upon layer, building...

"One wanted, she thought, dipping her brush deliberately, to be on level with ordinary experience, to feel simply that's a chair, that's...

"Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; But only he who sees, takes off his shoes, The rest sit round it and...