Mindful

--Mary Oliver

From January 26, 2021

Every day I see or I hear

something 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?

(Oh my gosssshhhh I SO love this Mary Oliver gem. And this little abandoned farm down the road from my house. The farmhouse is falling in on itself but I desperately hope they don’t tear it down anytime soon. I want to shoot it with a real camera 📸 one o’ these days.)