It is a silver morning like any other. I am at my desk. Then the phone rings, or someone raps at the door. I am deep in the machinery of my wits. Reluctantly I rise, I answer the phone or I open the door. And the thought which I had in hand, or almost in hand, is gone. Creative work needs solitude. It needs concentration, without interruptions. It needs the whole sky to fly in, and no eye watching until it comes to that certainty which it aspires to, but does not necessarily have at once. Privacy, then. A place apart — to pace, to chew pencils, to scribble and erase and scribble again.
But just as often, if not more often, the interruption comes not from another but from the self itself, or some other self within the self, that whistles and pounds upon the door panels and tosses itself, splashing, into the pond of meditation. And what does it have to say? That you must phone the dentist, that you are out of mustard, that your uncle Stanley’s birthday is two weeks hence. You react, of course. Then you return to your work, only to find that the imps of idea have fled back into the mist. […]
It is six A.M., and I am working. I am absentminded, reckless, heedless of social obligations, etc. It is as it must be. The tire goes flat, the tooth falls out, there will be a hundred meals without mustard. The poem gets written. I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame. Neither do I have guilt. My responsibility is not to the ordinary, or the timely. It does not include mustard, or teeth. It does not extend to the lost button, or the beans in the pot. My loyalty is to the inner vision, whenever and howsoever it may arrive. If I have a meeting with you at three o’clock, rejoice if I am late. Rejoice even more if I do not arrive at all.
~ Mary Oliver, from “Of Power and Time” in Upstream, Selected Essays (Penguin Press, October 2016)
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“it needs rhe the whole sky to fly in…” Yes. It does.
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The whole thing. Yes.
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Schönes Foto liebe Grüße und einen schönen Tag Gruß Gislinde
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It is Gisel. Thank you.
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If I have a meeting with you at three o’clock, rejoice if I am late. Rejoice even more if I do not arrive at all. I love that! ❤
Diana xo
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Smiling. I’m banging on the Love That too!
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yes, here’s to the inner vision.
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YES, to all that…
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Let us all rise above mustard and teeth! Love this David 💛
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Esp the Mustard Val. Esp the mustard. 🙂
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“I have wrestled with the angel
and I am stained with light
and I have no shame.
Neither do I have guilt. ”
Love that. Love the whole thing.
Thanks for sharing.
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*Exactly* the same passage that struck me right in the solar plexus. The way this woman captures the essence of creation, the wonder of spontaneous, unbidden joy, the frustration of a moment of clarity that disappears as quickly as a whiff of smoke, AMAZING… To have a tenth of her gifts, that’s what I wish for…
Keep it coming, DK. Never, ever tire of Ms. Oliver…..
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Yes, right in the solar plexus Lori.
She does it with such Beautiful abandon. Simple yet so intense and true.
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Yes. The whole enchilada. Or whatever form of bread you knead…
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Pita!
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You are Greek? No way.
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Not one cell in me is Greek.
Pita bread is not only Greek.
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OK. You left the world hangin’. and?
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I’m Arab David.
I’m sorry, for some reason I assumed you knew.
The bread I knead is Arab Pita, with all due respect and love to its Greek counterpart.
🙂
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I knew you were Arab. Did not know Arab bread is pita. My apologies Sawsan.
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OMG…David, we are on the same wavelength. This morning’s reading from the book of Mary Oliver (Felicity) was this:
I Wake Close to Morning
Why do people keep asking to see
God’s identity papers
when the darkness opening into morning
is more than enough?
Certainly any god might turn away in disgust.
Think of Sheba approaching
the kingdom of Solomon.
Do you think she had to ask,
“is this the place?”
~~ Mary Oliver (Felicity, 2015)
And my fave quote from your post? I, too, loved
“I have wrestled with the angel
and I am stained with light
and I have no shame.
Neither do I have guilt. ”
Thank you for this and I cannot cannot wait for the publication of this new one.
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Mary Oliver, Sheba and King Solomon…
The Song of Songs comes to mind.
The Song of Solomon.
How can one not worship Oliver for this linking?
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Wonderful Roseanne. I had not previously read “I Wake Close to Morning.”
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“My responsibility is not to the ordinary, or the timely.”
Finally.
I embrace the self-permission, the okay-ness.
My self-worth moves from the sitting slouch to standing tall.
I see the light at the end of my self-made tunnel.
Finally.
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She always bring the light. Always…
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oh, the inner vision–so, so hard to pin down…
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So, so true.
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Mary Oliver’s words, forever resonate…”My loyalty is to the inner vision, whenever and howsoever it may arrive.” I understand this…and yes the the interruptions come…”And the thought which I had in hand, or almost in hand, is gone.” I so understand how easily the thoughts become fleeting, evaporating, exiting back into the inner…and I understand and I sometimes drift back to a moment relieving the treasured beauty that is etched in my soul and I think that perhaps one day after glancing at a long ago photo or thinking of the special time, or just going over the magic of the daily ordinary I will find the words that are waiting to come and join the presence, honoring…
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yes. and honoring: I so understand how easily the thoughts become fleeting, evaporating, exiting back into the inner
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ah, in proof reading I error again should be reliving! not (relieving ) and looks like I am missing a comma..
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Yes. a Whole Hearted amen to this! we owe our loyalty to our inner vision.
we forget this, over and over again.
thank you for sharing these lovely thoughts and words of Mary Oliver’s
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How the ordinary can be written so extraordinarily…to elevate creative effort to feel ‘stained with light’. She infuses my spirit as few can
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So me too Mimi….
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