At My Funeral

When I die… Do not read Psalms 23. (When the priest asked what he should read at my father’s funeral, it was the only thing I remembered, but found no comfort from it.) I always think we should have played Three Dog Night’s Joy to the World. Dad would have liked that. So sing! Go […]

hope is the thing with feathers

You may recall, a while ago, I wrote about how I created a vision board, how a quote founds its way into my sightline… You’ve got to jump off cliffs
 all the time and build
 your wings on the way down. …and how suddenly, feathers were appearing at every step. Feathers continue to appear — […]

On Turtles, God and the Intention of All This

It has certainly been an exciting time in the woods lately! Such a great abundance of animals to happen upon — birds, snakes, turtles, frogs! And as I stop to take pictures and consider new writings, I find myself thinking about god. How much closer can I get to the intention of god than to […]

how happy

How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn’t care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity. — Emily Dickinson • • • Photo ©2013, Jen […]

a moth the hue of this

It appears I have a houseguest. And a slightly mysterious one at that! Last week, while snipping a little rosemary to use for dinner, I noticed this fellow ambling along a branch. Can you see him? I consulted with local entomologist Carol Lemmon, who reported back a few days later: “I am unable to ID […]

The Start of Autumn Days

Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze. – Emily Dickinson • • • ©2012, Jen Payne