To be filled with gratitude for life and experience in its entirety--that is the meaning conveyed in B.R. Wilder's poem "Oh Mother, do not give me bliss".
Marcy Rae Henry's poem glitters with awareness, gratitude, and release. Each stanza highlights a moment or image that is, in fact, a gift.
BY SARA MCAULAY I’ve come here for raptors. Left my campsite at dawn, hiked down through blue shadows to the meadow.
BY BETH SHELBURNE This is for you, he says, dropping the wet, glistening shell into my open palm like a coin.
After a glioblastoma diagnosis, Tallu Schuyler Quinn wrote about what dying meant to her body, mind and heart in this series of moving essays.
Suzanne Eaton's windchimes is a meditative discourse on wind and sound, and the tranquility and openness manifested by the simple act of stillness.
Jennifer Chesnut wrote Little Bird while doing what she does every morning after rising – she was looking out the window, processing dreams, watching birds and writing poetry.
To feel fearful is to feel small and sometimes overwhelmed by life and death which appear to be separate and distinct from one another and from ourselves.
Brother David Steindl-Rast hones in on a transcendental moment of the day which in the monastic tradition is a time of reflection and healing.
Brian Doyle's essays are accessible and uplifting to people of all and no faith inclinations. His humorous and poignant prayers touch the details of our lives and the beings that we often overlook: in this case, shop cashiers, herons and international terrorists, but also sunscreen, chess and the state of Iowa.