Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
We are under the covers watching the rain pour down.The backyard is lit in green light, darkness tops the trees. The light is yellow now. It is the afternoon in the middle of the week. I imagine people in their cars speeding down the highway, people working in tall office buildings paneled in clear glass. I move my feet around under the sheet, feeling the cool cloth against my skin. Books are piled up at the end of the bed. We watch the rain. Claire pushes down on my eyelids, pressing them shut with her small fingers. Close your eyes, Mama.Take a nap.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Some Questions You Might Ask
Is the soul solid, like iron?
Or is it tender and breakable, like
the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl?
Who has it, and who doesn’t?
I keep looking around me.
The face of the moose is as sad
as the face of Jesus.
The swan opens her white wings slowly.
In the fall, the black bear carries leaves into the darkness.
One question leads to another.
Does it have a shape? Like an iceberg?
Like the eye of the hummingbird?
Does it have one lung, like the snake and the scallop?
Why should I have it, and not the anteater
who loves her children?
Why should I have it, and not the camel?
Come to think of it, what about the maple trees?
What about the blue iris?
What about the little stones, sitting alone in the moonlight?
What about roses, and lemons, and their shining leaves?
What about the grass?
- Mary Oliver
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Dad likes to sit out under the trees in our back yard, and listen to the birds. The Bird People, he calls them. According to Dad, there's been one very vocal bird the past couple of days. He can't see it tucked in the green leaves, high up on a branch, but he tells me it has a distinctive call...
Bee-Pee Bee-Pee Bee-Pee Bee-Pee Bee-Pee Bee-Pee
I think The Bird People are rallying.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
It’s always good to come to things with beginner’s mind; to let go of worrying that you’ve got it wrong, that you had to cross out, that you’ve lost your way.
In the end, it’s good to remember that this is enough.
This moment, these words, you.
You are enough.