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Redefining

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on March 5, 2023| 4 Comments »

Perhaps I thought awe required a symphony
or spinning galaxies or flagrant pink sunsets
or dropping to my knees, but today, it’s as simple
as walking beside my daughter on a quiet back road,
and her ears hurt and my legs are tired and spring
is barely a dream, but on this drab and windy afternoon
surrounded by bare branches and dirty old snow,
I feel it, reverence, how big it is, this love for her,
this wonder for the world, and I thrum
with the great gift of being human,
and the world is vaster, my god, it’s sublime.

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After Attending the Conversation on Awe

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on September 30, 2022| 5 Comments »


            for Jay
 
 
We stepped into cool autumnal air
ripe with the red scent of tiny crab apples
and charged with the darkling promise of storm.
 
We were well-armed with studies and stories
on why we might want to choose awe—
but awe chose us the way gold chooses aspen,
 
the way love chooses friends,
the way shorter days choose fall,
the way beauty chooses what will die.
 
And aspen leaves whirled all around us
and caught in our hair, and we knew ourselves
as small essential beings in a wide, astonishing world.
 
 
*Hey, friends, just saying that the Original Thinkers Festival program on the Power of Awe was AMAZING!!! If you have never checked out Original Thinkers in Telluride, well, it is great for people who are curious and like to engage in conversations about paradox, science, emotion, the natural world and community. 

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Very, Very Quietly

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on October 26, 2013| 3 Comments »

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I did not choose
awe today, but the big
pink sky chose me
and steeped me
in fantastic joy—
a drenching of miracle,
an overdose of amazement,
a wild indulgence of bliss—
oh such pink! layers
of rose and deeper rose,
and I did not earn it,
did not first prove my worthiness,
did not beg nor kneel nor fast
nor renounce my name
nor pull the strings
of the lyre nor sing,
all I had to do
was step outside
out of my own way
and open my eyes
and let myself
be gifted.

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six

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on January 12, 2012| 2 Comments »

too many to count
petals on the orchard floor
he loves me?

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rusted lock
in the heart’s back pocket
a spare key

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snow on the ridges
come spring what else
will be missing?

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almost asleep
these hands still kneading
soft dough

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he talks
and talks and talks and talks
about listening

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no temple bells
still the crow goes on
about awe, awe

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