“Come with me to visit the sunflowers…each of them, though it stands in a crowd of many, like a separate universe, is lonely, the long work of turning their lives into a celebration is not easy.” ~Mary Oliver A quick hello! These photos were taken at North Carolina Museum of Art’s Park (Raleigh) last Sunday. … More Sunflowers and the Pursuit of Health and Happiness
Take a listen, if you’d like, to this 11-minute NPR program: On 50th Anniversary Of Earth Day, What You Can Do For The Environment
We are living in strange times. What used to be up, feels down. What was once down, feels up. Days go by as we wonder which day of the week we are moving through. How did we ever keep up with our lives before this? And why did things like labels, dates, and times really … More Hope
With all of the busy holiday shopping, visiting, parties, concerts, events, crowds, etc, I thought I would share a poem that gets me through those times when it’s all too overwhelming and peopley out there. The Art of Disappearing When they say Don’t I know you? say no. When they invite you to the party … More The Art of Disappearing
Yesterday morning I woke up to a winter wonderland. This morning, I watched as more snow came down. In between, we also saw some sleet, rain, and freezing rain. Welcome to North Carolina. I’m not a big fan of wintry precipitation. But I do believe fresh-fallen snow is just about one of the most magical … More View From the Back Door
April is National Poetry Month. … More Mary Oliver: How I Go to the Woods
I am re-reading Rilke. This poem, ‘Onto a Vast Plain,’ always resonates with me, especially in Autumn. The leaves have changed their colors and the trees are ever shedding them. Letting go, knowing they once served a purpose. Letting go, knowing soon enough the light will be back and will bring the season’s colorful new … More Reading Rilke in Autumn
I was walking on the trail yesterday, when something leaping through the woods startled me. That something was this small fawn! She was prancing joyfully with no care in the world. Her mother was standing nearby watching me watching her baby. Intently watching me. I couldn’t help but wonder if this tiny, beautiful, perfectly-spotted being … More The Fawn: Nature as Cathedral
I’m thinking of my mom today. It’s hard to believe she’s been gone nine years this month. Somehow, it seems like she is both still with me–only a phone call away–and also that she’s been gone for a lifetime. Both statements are true. It has been a lifetime ago. I’m not the same person that … More Mothers, Daisies, and Time
The All of This Morning sun shines shadows on wood and earth/ water tricklings song of bird echoes and blend with the green enveloping me/ all of this and the all of this/ reminding me over and over that paradise is where I am. ~cheryl capaldo traylor My garden pond May 2017. After a … More The All of This
Giving Voice to My Astonishment 
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