For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also,  no doubt, the feet of ducks. And always i...

Statistically, the probability of any one of us being here is so small that you'd think the mere fact of existing would keep us all in a...

Another year gone, leaving everywhere its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves, the uneaten fruits crumbling damply in the shadows...

Beau and I were the only hardy souls in the park at such an early hour, and so we had the entire place to ourselves. Ankle deep in last...

You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit or it is nowhere....

I am standing in the midst of an aliveness, and that aliveness deserves my attention, my respect and my care. It deserves my awe and m...

For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt, the feet of ducks. And a...

When the journey you are presently on seems to be over, remember that there is no real end. There may be new journeys ahead; there may b...

How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order ...

It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world. Mary Oliver