The Old Wild Place, by David Whyte After the good earth where the body knows itself to be real and the mad flight where it gives itself to the ...
Focus
It has been a while coming, but spring has finally sprung in Colorado. And I am so looking forward to the photo opportunities as everything comes ...
Here in the Mountains
Recently I was in a local bookstore and rummaging around in the poetry section, hoping to get lucky. And I did--lo and behold, a copy of David ...
Unbreak
Unbreak Awake a soul who fell asleep, Tell her the rules have changed. Hold her till the wounds unbreak. Don’t worry, that stinging feeling Is ...
Remember
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Something old, something new
"Old friends pass away... New friends appear... It is just like the days.... An old day passes... A new day arrives... The important thing is to make ...
Don’t be afraid of the dark
This is another poem from David Whyte that I really enjoy: When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision is gone no part of ...
Expectations
Expectations Last of summer’s bounty, Joyfully gathered in; Harvest moon is full. Now the fading gold Of maple leaves whispering; Harvest moon is ...
Aspen
One of the things I absolutely love about living in Colorado is the aspen tree. It only grows at high altitudes, and only--as far as I know--in the ...
Falling Leaves
Our first snowstorm of the season moved in earlier than expected. I was watching the big fat snowflakes whirl around now-leafless trees, and I ...