The Half Turn of Your Face The half turn of your face toward truth is the one movement you will not make. After all, having seen ...
The Old Wild Place
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 ...
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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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 ...
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 ...
Sacred
"It doesn't interest me if there is one God or many gods. I want to know if you belong -- or feel abandoned: If you know despair Or can see it in ...
Writing and life
Because sometimes we all need a little reminder, a little encouragement that what we love does actually have meaning, here are a few good nuggets to ...