Giving Notice
@brian-trehearne.bsky.social
When what I notice in the world seems worth sharing, find it here. If this stuff catches your ear, check out btrehearne.online for poems, meditation journal, poetry recordings. À bientôt!
Two roads converged in a yellow wood...
It's no longer about choice--"the road less traveled by". Was it ever?
But the way forward is clear and bright.
#poetry #robertfrost #autumn #trees
It's no longer about choice--"the road less traveled by". Was it ever?
But the way forward is clear and bright.
#poetry #robertfrost #autumn #trees
November 5, 2025 at 11:16 AM
Two roads converged in a yellow wood...
It's no longer about choice--"the road less traveled by". Was it ever?
But the way forward is clear and bright.
#poetry #robertfrost #autumn #trees
It's no longer about choice--"the road less traveled by". Was it ever?
But the way forward is clear and bright.
#poetry #robertfrost #autumn #trees
I wonder if anyone gets to leave this life feeling their job has been well done, the good are at least in the ascendant and the darkness is in retreat. Maybe the lucky, the blessed, leave at one particular moment where those happy chances seem to align. Just because of "a certain slant of light".
October 28, 2025 at 8:39 PM
I wonder if anyone gets to leave this life feeling their job has been well done, the good are at least in the ascendant and the darkness is in retreat. Maybe the lucky, the blessed, leave at one particular moment where those happy chances seem to align. Just because of "a certain slant of light".
I'm excited to have posted my long poem "Creation: Ode" on btrehearne.online. You'll find it here: btrehearne.online/poems/. What if this was the first day of Creation? What if everything you see had just arisen fresh before your eyes? #creation #poetry
October 27, 2025 at 8:34 PM
I'm excited to have posted my long poem "Creation: Ode" on btrehearne.online. You'll find it here: btrehearne.online/poems/. What if this was the first day of Creation? What if everything you see had just arisen fresh before your eyes? #creation #poetry
When John Donne wrote the tenth "Holy Sonnet" he addressed Death directly and found a Christian answer to his fears.
I invite you to listen to my reading of "Death Be Not Proud" and hear as well a confrontation of all the merchants of death in our own time.
#johndonne #poetry #death #readingaloud
I invite you to listen to my reading of "Death Be Not Proud" and hear as well a confrontation of all the merchants of death in our own time.
#johndonne #poetry #death #readingaloud
October 19, 2025 at 6:00 PM
When John Donne wrote the tenth "Holy Sonnet" he addressed Death directly and found a Christian answer to his fears.
I invite you to listen to my reading of "Death Be Not Proud" and hear as well a confrontation of all the merchants of death in our own time.
#johndonne #poetry #death #readingaloud
I invite you to listen to my reading of "Death Be Not Proud" and hear as well a confrontation of all the merchants of death in our own time.
#johndonne #poetry #death #readingaloud
Simply takes my breath away and makes me still for a few precious moments. Always remember to look up. #autumn #autumnleaves #mapleleaves
October 11, 2025 at 4:30 PM
Simply takes my breath away and makes me still for a few precious moments. Always remember to look up. #autumn #autumnleaves #mapleleaves
I'm not sure if I stumbled into Narnia or if Diogenes the Cynic just went by.
October 1, 2025 at 9:55 PM
I'm not sure if I stumbled into Narnia or if Diogenes the Cynic just went by.
Here's one for @lukelukeluke.bsky.social . Hope I'm not copycatting! But darned if I don't see nice mushrooms / fungi differently now.
September 26, 2025 at 10:30 PM
Here's one for @lukelukeluke.bsky.social . Hope I'm not copycatting! But darned if I don't see nice mushrooms / fungi differently now.
Oil? Gas? Yet there hasn't been a boat on this beach all summer. A natural phenomenon? #beachcombing
September 26, 2025 at 10:27 PM
Oil? Gas? Yet there hasn't been a boat on this beach all summer. A natural phenomenon? #beachcombing
I hope he got where he was going. Or maybe wherever he winds up IS where he was going. #beachcombing
September 21, 2025 at 11:55 AM
I hope he got where he was going. Or maybe wherever he winds up IS where he was going. #beachcombing
Dawn reaches Lac Cuiérrier in the Reservoir Poisson Blanc in western Quebec. #dawn #lake #poissonblanc
September 20, 2025 at 11:36 AM
Dawn reaches Lac Cuiérrier in the Reservoir Poisson Blanc in western Quebec. #dawn #lake #poissonblanc
Summer lingers, but we know the cold is not far off. On such a day the splash and light of cascading water is particularly enchanting.
September 17, 2025 at 12:28 AM
Summer lingers, but we know the cold is not far off. On such a day the splash and light of cascading water is particularly enchanting.
My reading of Jack Gilbert's breathtaking poem "Failing and Flying". One of the great American poets of the last century (and this), he deserves to be so much better known. #poetry #poetryreading #jackgilbert
September 15, 2025 at 8:05 PM
My reading of Jack Gilbert's breathtaking poem "Failing and Flying". One of the great American poets of the last century (and this), he deserves to be so much better known. #poetry #poetryreading #jackgilbert
Yesterday I came to a new understanding of the relation between yin, yang, and meditative breathing. So I posted a new entry in my long neglected meditation journal. I wonder if it will be of interest to any others who meditate, or just breathe. See it here: btrehearne.online/yin-yang-and...
September 11, 2025 at 8:40 PM
Yesterday I came to a new understanding of the relation between yin, yang, and meditative breathing. So I posted a new entry in my long neglected meditation journal. I wonder if it will be of interest to any others who meditate, or just breathe. See it here: btrehearne.online/yin-yang-and...
Autumn peeps shyly over the rooftops. He arrived at the party before anyone else. The other trees were all still wearing green
September 9, 2025 at 6:37 PM
Autumn peeps shyly over the rooftops. He arrived at the party before anyone else. The other trees were all still wearing green
Some gifts don't need noticing. They leap at our gaze.
September 2, 2025 at 2:27 PM
Some gifts don't need noticing. They leap at our gaze.
From the people who brought you Central Park in NYC...
Imagine having this for your morning walk in the heart of a major cosmopolitan city.
Gratitude.
Imagine having this for your morning walk in the heart of a major cosmopolitan city.
Gratitude.
August 24, 2025 at 1:40 PM
From the people who brought you Central Park in NYC...
Imagine having this for your morning walk in the heart of a major cosmopolitan city.
Gratitude.
Imagine having this for your morning walk in the heart of a major cosmopolitan city.
Gratitude.
This handsome fellow turns two today. Happy birthday, Pico! You're still a holy terror at times, but we love you and we're so proud of how far you've come. Thanks for letting us be your pack.
August 22, 2025 at 3:40 PM
This handsome fellow turns two today. Happy birthday, Pico! You're still a holy terror at times, but we love you and we're so proud of how far you've come. Thanks for letting us be your pack.
Under the stress of heat and drought the trees are dropping their leaves early. No flare of colour first, just a thousand quiet little surrenders a day to global heating.
This is probably the ideal response to stress: withdraw from the extremes, give up on splendour, bide your time till next year.
This is probably the ideal response to stress: withdraw from the extremes, give up on splendour, bide your time till next year.
August 21, 2025 at 12:08 PM
Under the stress of heat and drought the trees are dropping their leaves early. No flare of colour first, just a thousand quiet little surrenders a day to global heating.
This is probably the ideal response to stress: withdraw from the extremes, give up on splendour, bide your time till next year.
This is probably the ideal response to stress: withdraw from the extremes, give up on splendour, bide your time till next year.
I once believed that you could only practise wu-wei, Taoist non-action, in a monastery. Modernity demands too much ongoing intervention.
Now I wonder if retirement, with its disconcerting overnight loss of prestige and control, might not be an ideal moment to reconsider, and to practise wu-wei.
Now I wonder if retirement, with its disconcerting overnight loss of prestige and control, might not be an ideal moment to reconsider, and to practise wu-wei.
August 15, 2025 at 3:39 PM
I once believed that you could only practise wu-wei, Taoist non-action, in a monastery. Modernity demands too much ongoing intervention.
Now I wonder if retirement, with its disconcerting overnight loss of prestige and control, might not be an ideal moment to reconsider, and to practise wu-wei.
Now I wonder if retirement, with its disconcerting overnight loss of prestige and control, might not be an ideal moment to reconsider, and to practise wu-wei.
Why should staring into the distance towards hills and mountains still seem to open us to essential and immediate experience? The inner silence is almost instantly audible. The power of sheer vista: to make us comfortable in our insignificance?
August 7, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Why should staring into the distance towards hills and mountains still seem to open us to essential and immediate experience? The inner silence is almost instantly audible. The power of sheer vista: to make us comfortable in our insignificance?
You know you're in a good place when you hear overhead the peculiar cry two loons make, almost of distress, as they fly in to the lake for a day; and when, just after, you look up to see two great blue herons loping in on those elegant wings to the same water.
August 4, 2025 at 1:23 PM
You know you're in a good place when you hear overhead the peculiar cry two loons make, almost of distress, as they fly in to the lake for a day; and when, just after, you look up to see two great blue herons loping in on those elegant wings to the same water.
The trees have the answers.
That's why we are killing them off by the millions every day.
That's why we are killing them off by the millions every day.
August 3, 2025 at 2:35 PM
The trees have the answers.
That's why we are killing them off by the millions every day.
That's why we are killing them off by the millions every day.