I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Mindfulness at the top of the hill


Every day
I see or hear
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 ~


  1. You tied photo and words together very well. I love that fall scene.

  2. That simple poem says so much. That words like these can paint such a beautiful picture is so amazing to me... each and every time I read something like this. Whatever would we do without words like this to brighten our world and our lives...

    Thank you... simply thank you.


  3. Oh, girlfriend, this speaks to my heart! I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Mary Oliver!

    Hoosier Hugs,

  4. What a lovely and meaningful poem. Thanks for posting this I enjoyed it very much. Have a blessed day. Madeline

  5. Amen to this...such simple pleasures are priceless. I too, thank you.

  6. Beautiful! Photo especially! So soft and pure.

  7. You chose the perfect photo to go with those beautiful words. Love it!


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