Instructions for living a life.
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.
— Mary Oliver

Since we’re on the precipice of September’s supermoon and a lunar eclipse, powerful cosmic energies unfold, encouraging us to reflect on the past and prepare for positive transformations.
Again, as above, so below. Are you ready?

(Featured image by Enchanted Seashells)

WHEN I AM AMONG THE TREES
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come into the world to do this,
to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.”
Poem by Mary Oliver
Art curated from Pinterest
And, when we grow up
We must not forget
That hidden down deep
Within us
Is our forever inner child
Resting, silently
Forever waiting
Forever hoping
That one day
We shall, remember it

A Poem Written by Athey Thompson
Art curated from Pinterest
There in the wild darkness
Is the silence
And, after the silence
Comes the light

A New Dawn, a little poem by Athey Thompson
Artist:Elisabeth Ladwig
I helped this monarch butterfly escape from being trapped in the fence and she flew away unharmed.

And just when the darkness
became too much to bear
and the struggle too hard,
the light broke through
and the caterpillar emerged
a butterfly
delicate but unbroken,
wild and gentle,
finally free to spread its lovely wings
and fly away on the wind. --L.R. Knost
“I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep today.”
I looked up to see a resting-for-just-a-minute hummingbird as he perched in the bottlebrush tree. This time I was able to quickly snap a photo before he took off. At some point, we all need stillness.

Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
Today by Mary Oliver
Some of the times
There are no words,
so let us just sit here in the silence.
Together in the silence we shall be.

Little thoughts by Athey Thompson
Art by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite

The word of the day is “suspire“(15th century): to let out a deep sigh.
The verb suspire is considered obsolete today—we might only encounter it in poetry.
In Robert Frost’s poem “Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight,” he wrote: “And from that one intake of fire / All creatures still warmly suspire.”
Not only is it a literary way to say “breathe,” but it also rhymes nicely with “fire.” The Latin root is spirare, “to breathe.”
Sometimes I sigh and sometimes I forget to breathe until I remember that I need to take a deep breath.
Info curated from https://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/suspire