I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Yea, on the glancing wing of eager birds, the softly pattering feet of furred and gentle beasts. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Not borne on the morning's wings of majesty, but I have set My feet amidst the delicate and bladed wheat. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord.
-Evelyn Underhill

Friday, May 31, 2019

The World is Too Much With Us

"Stop what you are doing and observe your surroundings.
  Keep watching until you notice a miracle."
- from 100 Ways to Keep Your Soul Alive

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.  Great God!…….

-from William Wordsworth’s 
“The World Is Too Much With Us

Friday, April 5, 2019



She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
-A.A. Milne

Saturday, March 9, 2019

From the Soul



When you do things from your soul, 
the river itself moves through you.  
Freshness and a deep joy 
are signs of the current. 

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

My Letter to the World

THIS is my letter to the world,
  That never wrote to me,—
The simple news that Nature told,
  With tender majesty.
-Emily Dickinson

*Emily's room from which she wrote her letters to the world*

Sunday, January 13, 2019


Sounds of Silence

“Trees are deeply connected to the earth and the sky, and their quiet,
stationary existence can teach us much about being still 
and learning to go deeper within ourselves and listen to our hearts.”  
-Kathleen Prasad

Sunday, July 8, 2018


"I remember I used to half believe and wholly 
play with fairies when I was a child....  

....What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense, to fear no longer the terror that flieth by night, yet to feel truly and understand a little, a very little, of the story of life.” 

-Beatrix Potter

Tuesday, February 20, 2018


To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.  
–from "Auguries of Innocence", William Blake