Thursday, October 8, 2015

Balance & National Poetry Day

Today I took one of the dog's for a walk in the woods while the kids were in school. I picked a few of the wildflowers that are still hanging around. I stood on a bridge and watched the leaves fall into the water. I looked for acorns. I took deep breaths. I noticed more good than bad in everything and everywhere. I realized (again) that I need a slower pace sometimes and fresh air and solitude to get back a feeling of balance in my life.

I am grateful for balance and wildflowers and finding joy and wonder in the small and ordinary moments.

Today is National Poetry Day.  Here is a poem I love from Mary Oliver to celebrate the day and the wonder and joy of the ordinary.


Every day
I see or I hear
that more or less

kills me
with delight, 
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It is what I was born for--
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world--
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant--
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings as these--
the untrimmable light

of the world, 
the ocean's shine, 
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

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