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    A Timbered Choir | Fourth Sunday.

    Finally will it not be enough, after much living, after much love, after much dying of those you have loved, to sit on the porch near sundown with your eyes simply open, watching the wind shape the clouds into the shapes of clouds? Even then you will remember this history of love, shaped in the shapes of flesh, everchanging as the clouds that pass, the blessed yearning of body for body, unending light. You will remember, watching the clouds, the future of love. – 1994, II (p. 177) (This Sunday series is inspired by Wendell Berry’s A Timbered Choir.)

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    A Timbered Choir | Third Sunday.

    Another Sunday morning comes And I resume the standing Sabbath Of the woods, where the finest blooms Of time return, and where no path Is worn but wears its makers out At last, and disappears in leaves Of fallen seasons. The tracked rut Fills and levels; here nothing grieves In the risen season. Past life Lives in the living. Resurrection Is in the way each maple leaf Commemorates its kind, by connection Outreaching understanding. What rises Rises into comprehension And beyond. Even falling raises In praise of light. What is begun Is unfinished. And so the mind  That comes to rest among the bluebells Comes to rest in motion, refined…

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    A Timbered Choir | Second Sunday.

    Slowly, slowly, they return To the small woodland let alone: Great trees, outspreading and upright, Apostles of the living light. Patient as stars, they build in air Tier after tier a timbered choir, Stout beams upholding weightless grace Of song, a blessing on their place. They stand in waiting all around, Uprisings of their native ground, Downcomings of the distant light; They are the advent they await. Receiving sun and giving shade, Their life’s a benefaction made, And is a benediction said Over the living and the dead. In fall their brightened leaves, released, Fly down the wind, and we are pleased To walk on radiance, amazed. O light come…

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    A Timbered Choir | First Sunday.

    A Timbered Choir is one of the two books of poetry I purchased while reading the last chapter of Barbara Brown Taylor’s wonderful An Altar in the World. It’s subtitled “The Sabbath Poems 1979-1997”. Most Sundays, my poetry is more likely to come from the Psalms, and I liked the idea of reading something contemporary. Even better if it’s focused on the outdoors and the peace and tranquility a quiet walk in the woods might provide. In his preface, Berry writes “These poems were written in silence, in solitude, mainly out of doors. A reader will like them best, I think, who reads them in similar circumstances – at least…

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    Poetry Sunday | What Gorgeous Thing.

    from this morning’s walk What Gorgeous Thing I do not know what gorgeous thing the bluebird keeps saying, his voice easing out of his throat, beak, body into the pink air of the early morning. I like it whatever it is. Sometimes it seems the only thing in the world that is without dark thoughts. Sometimes it seems the only thing in the world that is without questions that can’t and probably  never will be answered, the only thing that is entirely content with the pink, the clear white morning and, gratefully, says so. ~ Mary Oliver (from Blue Horses)

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    sunday in the park.

    entering the park from the “back gate”, holly chooses which way we go; today, she chose clockwise …it hit me hard as holly and I set off for the park this morning. this is one of our last walks there on a sunday (weather permitting, we have next week, and that will be it). it really caught me off guard. I’m going to miss many things about this home, and walking holly in hembree park, on a sunday, is for sure in the top 10. looking back as we approach the big hill I did a series of blog posts about our sunday walks last november and december. the colors,…

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    one little word. june.

    …it’s mostly been a good thing that this is my second year doing ali’s one little word class. I’m comfortable with the process and know that the end result will be more than worth the effort. but I wasn’t looking forward to june. june is the “get creative and get messy prompt”. the one I opted out of last year. I’ve actually been dreading it. but a few weeks ago, I saw julie balzer’s watercolor cards and thought those might be very cool for illustrating my word shine. that simmered for a bit and I found myself starting to get excited about watercolor. and my word. and getting messy. so…

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    sunday in the park.

    …I fumbled through my mittens to create my 2011 top ten christmas playlist on my iphone. holly did get just a bit impatient. my fingers did get really really cold. and when I got home I asked sara to download one more song. so now my 2011 holiday list has 11 songs. I think it’s perfect! what music is on your playlist this holiday season?

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    sunday in the park.

    …we walked two laps. holly chased and barked at squirrels while I noticed the grays and browns in the landscape (it took my mind off my very cold fingers). and then she posed for a photo. the perfect way to commemorate our one-year anniversary!