When I Am Among the Trees by Mary Oliver

When I Am Among the Trees by Mary Oliver

When I am Among the Trees by Mary Oliver When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am so distant from the...
Poetry as a balm

Poetry as a balm

Poetry is a balm that soothes and emboldens the senses.   Poetry transmutes the physical plane of existence with a few short lines. Poetry reminds you that you are not alone. In writing, the poet substantiates blissful and agonizing states of human existence.   The...
Do less to win over COVID-19

Do less to win over COVID-19

Indecision is the thief of joy. There, I said it. Now, can I get on with my self-quarantined days and slow down or stop to mental cogs from turning constantly about how best to formulate my next move, spend my next day or even hour at work. The last month has been...
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