Slowly…slowly…wind it up…
Source: Great Grey Owl Chick from Head Like an Orange
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
July 30, 2018 by 16 Comments
How to Build an Owl
May 8, 2018 by 32 Comments
1.) Decide you must.
2.) Develop deep respect
for feather, bone, claw.
3.) Place your trembling thumb
where the heart will be:
for one hundred hours watch
so you will know
where to put the first feather.
4.) Stay awake forever.
When the bird takes shape
gently pry open its beak
and whisper into it: mouse.
5.) Let it go.
~ Kathleen Lynch, “How to Build an Owl” from How to Build an Owl and other poems
Notes: Poem, thank you Hammock Papers. Photo: “White-faced Owl“ by | Patrick Monatsberger
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call (First Day Back!)
January 2, 2018 by 26 Comments
secret, disciplined, generous and unfathomable
August 5, 2016 by 21 Comments
Not the bald image, but always –
undulant, elusive, beyond reach
of any dull staring eye
– lodged
among the words, beneath
the skin of images: nerves,
muscles, rivers of urgent blood,
a mind
secret, disciplined, generous and
unfathomable.
– Denise Levertov, excerpt from Williams: An Essay from Selected Poems
Notes:
- Source: Beth @ Alive on All Channels and the rain doesn’t care who it wakes
- Photo: Katerina Plotnikova with Untitled (via Hidden Sanctuary)
- Post Inspired by Albert Einstein’s quote: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
- Related Live & Learn Posts: Miracle. All of it.
Miracle? All of it.
May 2, 2016 by 28 Comments
Sound of wings. Let’s just say: Wow!
Notes:
- Source: Your Eyes Blaze Out
- Post title inspired by Albert Einstein’s quote: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
- Related Posts: Miracle? All of it.
Cold stove of 4:00 a.m., black iron
February 3, 2015 by 19 Comments
Cold stove of 4:00 a.m., black iron, the lids in place on everyone but me, and down the chimney, through the damper’s pinch, the distant hoo-hoo-hooing of an owl. And soon, among the sticks of kindling in the box of words, the mouselike scritching of my pen.
~ Ted Kooser, February. The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book
Photo Credit: The Wild Free Spirit
