I believe that we all have stories and that our lives are poems we live every day. Our stories don’t have to be grand and glorious or broad and sweeping. They can be small and soft and ordinary.
Category: in the temple of the ordinary
Each day I worship in the templeof the ordinary anddiscover anew how extraordinary it is.…
Perhaps we are all wild plums
in this now.
Doggedly taking root,
despite stones
and storms…
There are times in whichwe are poised at the crossroads,these waystations of choice and change.We…
Celebrating my new book, In the Temple of the Ordinary, a book celebrating everyday enchantment,…
The buck is back this morning.I watch him picking quietlyand carefullybetween the treescurving antlerslike two…
Sunrise is still a persimmon glowstriping the horizon lowbetween the trees.The sky is grayand the…
“…Let us be both humbled by
and inspired by this sheer
miracle of being.”
In the morning,the woodpeckers are quiet,sitting expectantly in the treetopsas the sun rises.Later they will…
To touch the chord of the sacred
that chimes in the heart and bones
so that other people are inspired
to pay attention to the small magics
and everyday enchantments
of their own lives.