For Mary Oliver

Today is poet Mary Oliver's 79th birthday. Her poetry has inspired me to make changes, comforted me in times of loss, and always, always touched my heart and soul.

Mindful

Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It was 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?

(Mary Oliver, from Why I Wake Early, Beacon Press, 2005)

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