Monday, November 12, 2012


After a long weekend of softball (more on that later) and brief evening reading 12 x 12, I stumbled across a reference to this poem, which, in light of recent events in my personal life, is very timely. I share it this morning in hopes that it will inspire you to take a moment to be mindful.

Mindfulby Mary Oliver

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?

Have a beautiful day!

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