Monday, January 19, 2015


I pray to the birds
because I believe they will carry the messages of my heart upward.

I pray to them
because I believe in their existence,
the way their songs begin and end each day~
the invocations and benedictions of the Earth.
I pray to the birds
because they remind me of what I love
rather than what I fear.
And at the end of my prayers,
they teach me how to listen.
Terry Tempest

Saturday, January 10, 2015



I have a feeling that my boat
has struck, down there in the depths,
against a great thing.

And nothing happens!

Nothing happens?
Or has everything happened,
and are we standing now, quietly, in the new life?

 ~Juan Ramon JimĂ©nez
translated by Robert Bly

Monday, December 29, 2014


We give because someone gave to us.
We give because nobody gave to us.

We give because giving has changed us.
We give because giving could have changed us.

We have been better for it,
We have been wounded by it—

Giving has many faces: It is loud and quiet,
Big, though small, diamond in wood-nails.

Its story is old, the plot worn and the pages too,
But we read this book, anyway, over and again:

Giving is, first and every time, hand to hand,
Mine to yours, yours to mine.

You gave me blue and I gave you yellow.
Together we are simple green. You gave me

What you did not have, and I gave you
What I had to give—together, we made

Something greater from the difference.

Thanks to those who participated in the Christmas Eve Yoga practice!

We raised $761.58 for People Gotta Eat!
Namaste Jamie

Monday, December 15, 2014

Christmas Eve Yoga at Potawatomi Conservatories

Join us on this Christmas Eve Practice to which will help to raise money for People Gotta Eat.
The practice meets at the Potawatomi Conservatories in South Bend from 10-11:15am
on December 24.

Saturday, December 13, 2014


in blackwater woods. mary oliver.
Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,

the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders

of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is

nameless now.
Every year
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
~Mary Oliver