Patricia Monaghan

Poetry, Nature, Culture

Selected Works

A new edition of the definitive guide to dozens of ways to meditate, presented for beginners. Co-authored with yoga expert Eleanor Viereck.
"A dreamy, utterly enchanting walking meditation on Ireland's pagan heart."
An introduction to the history of wine in the Midwest and a guide to current producers.
Poems about the sacred Heartland
Seasons as metaphors for women's lives
Poetry and physics dance in this stunning collection
A searing book about the effects of war on veterans and their families.
Edited nonfiction
Three volumes of essays on fascinating divinities from around the world
Definitive volume on the myths and legends of the Celtic peoples.
The definitive resource on the world's female deities.
Essays and poems
Selected links to online works
Online reviews of Patricia's work

Lay of the Land

Thoughts on resurrection

April 2, 2010

Tags: Spring, silence

It is Good Friday by the Christian calendar. When I was a child, we observed three hours of silence on this day, while we meditated upon the dying god. Today we are observing that silence again, in order to tune ourselves into the sounds of the emerging springtime.

I have heard so much in the hours of silence. Birds, lots of them. I recognize some: one cannot mistake the blare of honking geese overhead, for instance. I hear the screech of our resident pheasant, who the other day arrived beneath the bird feeder with a demurely-colored mate, almost as though he was showing off his conquest. I recognize the territorial warblings of the robins who are busy nesting in the hackberry grove above the shed. But other melodies remind me that I do not know the songs of my neighbor birds.

Wind, too: big gusts rush by, roaring for a moment as they pass. The wind sounds different in the yews near the house and in the still-budding fruit trees in the front garden. Then there are the echoing sounds from other houses: dogs barking, doors slamming, people talking as they move about their days.

We are bound to our world through our senses, yet we often do not stop to take it all in. I am relishing this short span of silence and the gifts it brings.