Woke up to fog. Beautiful, soft, mysterious…A way of being… NOTICE WHAT THIS POEM IS NOT DOING The light along the hills in the morning comes down slowly, naming the trees white, then coasting the ground for stones to nominate. Notice what this poem is not doing. A house, a house, a barn, the old [...]
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“Not doing…”
Posted in Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Wholeness, William Stafford on March 31, 2009 | 3 Comments »
“Just plain receptivity…”
Posted in Inspiration, Instructions, Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Wholeness, William Stafford, Writing on November 11, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
ON THE WRITING OF POETRY A writer is not so much someone who has something to say as he is someone who has found a process that will bring about new things he would not have thought of if he had started to say them. This is, he does not draw on a reservoir; instead, [...]
“Hold stillness exactly…”
Posted in Listening, Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Wholeness, William Stafford on September 18, 2007 | 1 Comment »
ASK ME Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made. Ask me whether what I have done is my life. Others have come in their slow way into my thought, and some have tried to help or to hurt: ask me what difference their strongest love or hate has [...]
“As far as was needed…”
Posted in Dad, Family, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Wholeness, William Stafford, Writing on June 17, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Here are two of my favorite Dads…My husband and our middle son, Brett with his sons Blake, Elijah and Ethan… And here’s Pop Pop with Blake and Ethan celebrating Father’s Day… HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO ALL OF THE DADS OF THE WORLD! WITH KIT, AGE 7, AT THE BEACH We would climb the highest dune, [...]
