Today
Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
– Mary Oliver (from A Thousand Mornings)
mere-et-filles 
Beautiful! XO
Everything is a sheet of ice here so there is a lot of forced stillness. Waking up to a world unable to go on until some melting happens was quite lovely.
That's a wonderful approach to the day.
So lovely.
That was my go-to poem last year. I kept it in my "balance journal" and my bullet journal — and it's tacked up on the bulletin board in my studio. One of my favorites, for sure!
Beautiful!
Mary Oliver just always comes up with the best, right-on-time words, thoughts, feelings. I like Tuesdays are for poetry…Cheers~
Thank you for some Mary Oliver 🙂 She is one of my favorites.
Beautiful. I've been feeling that this week too. Each morning I tell Boone…this would be a good day to stay home together. But out the door I go. 🙂
I read this just the other day. I love that whole book and read a poem from it every now and then. Thank you, Mary!
stillness-could use a bit more of this in my life.