Category Archives: Reflection, Remembrance

    In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on. Robert Frost          Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening   Robert Frost   Whose woods these are I think I know.His house … Continue reading →

  The Snow Goose need not batheto make itself white. Neither need you do anythingbut be yourself.   Lao-Tse        Wild Geese   Mary Oliver   You do not have to be good. You do not have to … Continue reading →

  LESSONS FROM GEESE by Milton Olson, adapted by Angeles Arrien   (Dr Robert McNeish) (See link at bottom for the true author of Lessons From Geese)     FACT 1 As each goose flaps its wings it creates an … Continue reading →

Time Stands Still in a Picture, Capturing the Moment. Life is like a river, ever moving. When the flow of the current ceases, The river dries up and dies.

Inside the river are the sky, the cloud, and the sun. In my hands’ bowl is the river.   If I throw up my hands, the river spills in drops, scattering sky, cloud, and sun all o’er me.   From … Continue reading →

A river is My favorite place to Drift lazily in idleness And dream.

My River runs to thee– Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply– Oh Sea–look graciously– I’ll fetch thee Brooks From spotted nooks– Say–Sea–Take Me!

A brook can be a friend in a special way. It talks to you with splashy gurgles. It cools your toes and lets you sit quietly beside it when you don’t feel like speaking.

The Road That Runs Beside The River   follows the river as it bends along the valley floor, going the way it must. Where water goes, so goes the road, if there’s room (not in a ravine, gorge), the river … Continue reading →

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets’ towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers … Continue reading →