Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Today I Saw a Bald Eagle
Today I saw a bald eagle flying lazily over a swollen Congaree River. I saw a raven-back-blue Carolina night sky - and like an excited child followed the line from the big dipper right to the north star. I heard the southern wind gusting wildly through the swaying pines. I breathed in deeply the sweet goodness of a big yellow dandelion. I felt the sun warm my tired eyes and almost fell asleep waiting for the bus.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Mary Oliver, "Messenger:" Is She Describing Me? Seems.
Messenger
Mary Oliver, from Thirst
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird —
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
Mary Oliver, from Thirst
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird —
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Saturday, March 06, 2010
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