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.
One of the doors into the temple.
~ Mary Oliver, Today from A Thousand Mornings
everyone has a chance.
Is it spring,
is it morning?
Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then — open the door
and fly on your heavy feet…
— Mary Oliver, New And Selected Poems, Volume Two
- Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
- Image Source: A Clean, Well-Lighted Place. Poem Source: Violent Waves of Emotion
It is one of the perils of our so-called civilized age that we do not yet acknowledge enough, or cherish enough, this connection between soul and landscape — between our own best possibilities, and the view from our own windows. We need the world as much as it needs us, and we need it in privacy, intimacy, and surety. We need the field from which the lark rises — bird that is more than itself, that is the voice of the universe: vigorous, godly joy. Without the physical world such hope is: hacked off. Is: dried up. Without wilderness no fish could leap and flash, no deer could bound soft as eternal waters over the field; no bird could open its wings and become buoyant, adventurous, valorous beyond even the plan of nature. Nor could we.
~ Mary Oliver, Home from Long Life: Essays and Other Writings
Credits: Photo – The Lilac Road
So, you think you’ve have had a long week? Check out Mom and Dad Bald Eagles who are protecting two eggs while the snow falls and covers them. (Mom and dad will take turns sitting on the nest and usually it’s mom, while the dad hunts.)
See more unbelievable pictures and the story here: Grind TV – As snow builds, bald eagle parents endure