collections of earth & sea


O sweet spontaneous

earth how often havethedoting          fingers ofpurient philosophers pinchedandpokedthee,has the naughty thumbof science proddedthy      beauty      .howoftn have religions takenthee upon their scraggy kneessqueezing andbuffeting thee that thou mightest conceivegods        (buttrueto the incomparablecouch of death thyrhythmiclover          thou answerestthem only with                        spring)e.e. cummings

friday flowers

//my weekly bunch of beautiful blooms//

“Why I Wake Early 

Hello, sun in my face.

Hello, you who made the morning

and spread it over the fields

and into the faces of the tulips

and the nodding morning glories,

and into the windows of, even, the

miserable and the crotchety – 


best preacher that ever was,

dear star, that just happens

to be where you are in the universe

to keep us from ever-darkness,

to ease us with warm touching,

to hold us in the great hands of light –

good morning, good morning, good morning.


Watch, now, how I start the day 

in happiness, in kindness.”

~Mary Oliver~