Sometimes I sit with my back pressed against a wall of sky, until the winds shift and the clouds pass by. * * * Poem, Wall of Sky by Mary O’Connor, originally published in Dreams of a Wingless Child © 2007 Wheatmark, Tuscon, Ariz. © 2007. Photo, Charles W. Morgan whaling ship docked in New London, CT, by Jan … More Wall of Sky
Across deserted fields, under fire, prints of his last run leave their mark, pairs of tiny split hearts, coursing the ground like tears. * * * Poem and photo by Mary O’Connor. “Deer Tracks” reprinted from Dreams of a Wingless Child, Mary O’Connor, Wheatmark Press © 2007.
standing still, silent, tiny speck in vast splendor— portrayal of peace * * * Haiku poem by Mary O’Connor © 2014
Dark has come and long shadows reach and whisper as forest faces peer from the darkness of this place where before I lingered and listened to the lyric of the leaves but now must yield to waiting creatures of the night. * * * Poem, Timeshare, originally published in Dreams of a Wingless Child, by Mary … More Timeshare
Consider the giant oaks holding up their arms to the owls and crows, to the woolly bears and the tiny titmouse— and take comfort in their reach. Think of the sugared maples, changing their leaves to gold, their shadows to shade. See the towering pine, dusting the globe of the moon—and be assured. Trees—when studied— … More Requesting your presence
“It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” ― Vivian Greene * * * Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014
Breathe in. Slowly. Trace it to the core of my spirit. So tired. Shadows aren’t meant to be sharp. Why did I stop gathering life’s simple flowers, closing my eyes to their beauty, letting them slip through my hands to the ground? Flowers need sun to shine. What happened to their joyful faces? Something … More Open My Eyes – A Meditation
In the beginning—time still untarnished by tongues of friends telling tales of unrequited passion and by knowledge yet to be understood—pockets and purses held the roots of recollection: tickets torn to their stubs, clovers plucked for their leaves of luck, valentines pasted with tinseled love, prized dance cards, dutifully, if not lovingly, signed by Curt, by Joe and … More Bones of Memory
and more curious about ideas.” — Marie Curie “An understanding of the natural world and what’s in it is a source of not only a great curiosity but great fulfillment.” — David Attenborough * * * Artists participating in a Tiffany Farm Paint-out painted the scenic barns, silos, cows and fields of this picturesque farm in Lyme, Connecticut. … More “Be less curious about people…
It was a day when the sea lay still, merging its salty wetness with the waiting edge of the sky and the clouds were filled with fish, so thick that I saw them— in full color, I might note— darting and turning through bursts of beta waves before losing their way in the deep. There were … More Catnap
Life Is Full of Sweet Spots 