Here’s a beautiful sunny day kind of poem by Mary Oliver, read by the author:
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Want to read a classic Baddest Mother Ever story about kindness? How about:
I know some of you are being brave and bold RIGHT NOW. You are saving your own lives. Bravery doesn’t always come in historic gestures. You might be starting a new job like Karen. Getting your own place like Annabel. Finishing up that first semester of college like Auburn. Fighting for your life like Kristina. Mothering an infant like Jackie. Finding your way in the dark like…you know who you are. Choosing to live another sober day. Choosing to live.
Choose to live, again, today. Save the only life you can save.
Here’s some advice from Mary Oliver.
Here’s a poem that seems to fit with this week. Another jewel from Mary Oliver. Please treat yourself to some of her books. I have “Thirst” on my night stand right now and I read a poem a day, like savoring a dark chocolate.
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
