“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so ma...

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into theconversation. The kettle is singingeven as it pours you a drink, the cooking potshave left their arrogant aloofness andseen the good in you at last. All the birdsand creatures of the world are un...

A moment ago I movedsomething (not particularlylarge) to the other sideof the table and feltso old and immenseand in control. From "When I Was A Glacier" by Emily Skillings When I was a glacier I felt larger than life itself. I felt old, immense, ...

"It is a dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty in simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fa...