All posts by Mary Herbert

About Mary Herbert

I am a gentle listener, a woman of few words. My journey through life has been a spiritual one, as well as a physical one. My daughter, Katie, and I thought it would be interesting to combine some of our giftings/talents in a blog and see what happens. Let us know what you think!

Esmee’s Dance

Maybe it happens every day
A child who is three
dances so free
and I just don’t see….

She danced all alone
in the mist with the breeze.
The music it moved her,
moved her like leaves
As she danced with the fire flies
in the light of the moon.

We all saw her
as we danced to the tune.
We saw her so free
and we wept as we moved.
We saw where she was…
and wished we were there.

She danced in the mist

and the music,

in the moonlight…

with the fireflies…

and I saw her.

The moon was full during the wedding reception/dance for my youngest son and his bride.  There was a mist that hovered close to the ground as the evening stars came out.  I watched children chase fireflies in the lawn.  It was an amazing sight.  So many spectacular things wrapped up in one evening.  At one point I looked out on the dance floor and my three year old granddaughter was there dancing by herself.  The light hit her as though there was a spotlight and she was oblivious to the people around her.  She wasn’t performing, she was dancing  inside the music- so I watched.

(September 2015)

The Question

So filled with grief
a cry of disbelief
“Why” the only question
Why now?
Why me?
Why us?

The answer ever fleeting
Maybe years in the seeing
Why ever?
Why now?
Why us?

The only answer in the present
is in the reaching…
stretching for…
the one who has shaken hands
……with grief.
Why Him?
Why them?
Why then?

Drawn to a changing question
for a changing landscape…
Needing people’s hospitality to this
emotion’s withering toll
…holding hope
…Or holding love

 

 

The Wisdom of Wilderness…a review

Last year I read over sixty books and of all those books, my favorite was read near the end of February.  Of course, I then read several others by the same author and enjoyed each of them.   In January of this year, I finished reading what will probably be my best read of 2019: The Wisdom of Wilderness, and I now have another book by the same author, Will and Spirit, on my “currently reading” pile.

Having read a couple of other books by Gerald May, I wanted to test the waters again, and again found a deep well of refreshing water.  The Wisdom of Wilderness: Experiencing the Healing Power of Nature, is the last book he wrote before his death in 2004.  In this compilation of his journals and synopsis of his encounters with nature, this gifted writer, invites you to join him on his journey as he explores nature and the nature of his inner world.  It isn’t just what he sees while he is spending some time outdoors…it is a courageous sharing of the depth of his fears, his grief, and his delight in the experiences he has as he is with/in nature.

He is a master story teller and shares his thoughts with humor and honesty, and from the perspective that he would soon die.  I highly recommend the book and the author.

In Between

In between the cracks
   where the wood doesn’t meet
   …that’s where it fell.
In the dust and the crumbs,
   there it sat like a seed.
Unnoticed the loss
   In the rush and the dark.
In between time,
   Unseen was this place.
Unseen,
   Un-noticed,
Till necessity called.

In between planting and harvest,
In between the speaking and silence,
   between the birthing and dying,
   and the crying and laughing.
A place is discovered that is filled
   …with living.
A space with a spark,
   …in between all the others.
A place in between,
   where the seeds that have fallen
   …take root and are found
   in the prospect of being.

 

Weathered Barns

The weathered boards of barns
   that have withstood the wind,
      …waiting for another harvest,
         … another planting.

But tilted now, shifted,
   having been pushed for so long,
      …the roofs settling,
         …into their feet.

Their story told,
   and work long finished,
      …they become the seed,
         …to imagine what has been.