Inspirations and my work
Mindfulby Mary Oliver
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 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?
I do love Mary Oliver, but can't read black on black on your blog.
Sorry about that. I'm having problems with copying text and need to change my blog format.... Will try to get that sorted out soon....
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