Do not be what you think you should be.

Be who you really are.

famous (naomi shihab nye)

Posted on Saturday, February 21, 2015

famous (naomi shihab nye)

The river is famous to the fish.

The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.

The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.

The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.

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so much happiness (naomi shihab nye)

Posted on Tuesday, February 17, 2015

so much happiness (naomi shihab nye)

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesn’t need you to hold it down.
It doesn’t need anything.

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a love offering

Posted on Sunday, February 8, 2015

a love offering

I am a seed in the feeder.

Though there are thousands –

each of us with our striped backs, crisp

coats and fatty filling –

on this particular day, this sparrow

chose me.

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reflections after reading a daily intention

Posted on Monday, February 2, 2015

reflections after reading a daily intention

Today I am asked to witness

Those around me that I am not:

 

The shiny black coat of my pet

Cat moves towards me on all fours.

Nuthatches and finches shift

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dainty wings

Posted on Tuesday, January 27, 2015

dainty wings

It is a morning where even sunlight is too tired to wake. Not quite dawn, he tucks his bright sun-face behind the sheets of clouds as if masking himself from his duties of his endless days. It is a morning where I now decide I would have changed the night before, cupping my hands around the walls of a warm teacup instead of a the stem of hefty glass of wine, I should have fallen asleep two hours earlier, instead of choosing a few more moments awake, alone.

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we rise

Posted on Thursday, October 2, 2014

we rise

Each morning we rise the same way.
Our footsteps tiptoe along damp floorboards
Careful not to walk too loudly
As to please the one that wipes the dust left from days before.

We take these tired feet into the world
Cover them with straps, secure Velcro, lace sneakers,
Slip our insecurities
Into the safety of hiding our true selves.

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