The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean–
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?
~ Mary Oliver RIP
Welcome to 2019. Life is so short and so very precious.
How are we moving toward the essence and the center of it?
Are you able to discern who you truly are amidst the distractions and disappointments?
Are you able to deepen into the sweet and simple pleasures of now while working toward your visions?
Are you able to use whatever tools you have been given to craft a spell of devotion so powerful that doubts fall away and moments open like the gift you’ve always yearned for.
This wild and wooly ride on an unpredictable roller coaster is asking us to raise up our hands and forget our perfect offerings. Asking us to admit that we are not here to hide away with our wounds and wishes but we ARE here to love with intelligence and abandon. We ARE here to craft the sublime bittersweet desire and shape it into art. We ARE here to be delighted and surprising and we ARE here to say yes to the Holy Desire.
Wake up swan….and dream us into the future.