Yesterday. 3 a.m. I’m laying in bed, in darkness, exhausted. Eyelids, like anvils, won’t close. Won’t shut.
I’m swimming in Marina Benjamin’s head: “my head is lit up…like an out-of-hours factory…whirring generators flip on…lining up tasks in a shoulder-shoving queue…mostly I just fret, worry-beading problems and irritations…forming a manacle of woe.”
I have a 10 a.m. meeting in the city, an important meeting, with important people. The meeting is 7 hours away, like almost a full working day away, yet, I’m prepping. You need to sleep Friend, you will run out of steam by 10am.
It’s the 5:38 a.m. train to Grand Central. I can’t sleep. Can’t read. Can’t focus. I close my eyes and thoughts spin in a whirlwind, and then stop. Meditation. I’ve quit. It’s been three weeks. The app sits in the phone in my hand. The meditation prompts are a few clicks away. My fingers re-grip the phone. Now, do it now. You could use it now.
6:35 a.m. I’m in an unfamiliar tunnel in Grand Central. I step out of an unfamiliar exit onto 48th Street…on an unfamiliar walk across town. This all looks new.
I walk.
Snowflakes fall, a dusting. The sky is gray. The skyscrapers line both sides of the street and tower above me.
My eye catches white against gray, the gray of buildings lining 48th.
A seagull. Wings outstretched, she sails up and down between the buildings and floats in the updraft. I feel lighter, the body aches to drop my case, stretch the arms wide, and run alongside – my wingspan lifting me higher – up, up alongside the gulls. Fly DK. Fly.
And then there’s another.
And another.
And another.
I lose count as the remaining flock sails passed me, in a show I’ve never seen so close to Broadway on any of my hundreds of morning walks across town.
A welcoming parade, just for me. As if to say: Good morning D.K. Good morning. Take the load off. What a great day it is to be alive.
I prepare to step into my building and she comes to mind (again). Mary Oliver. She sent them. She did. This morning march of birds.
“Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”
Notes: Photo by gillianleigh, light snowflakes in NYC. Closing line by Mary Oliver from “Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches.
Live & Learn 
I love it
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Thank you.
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Your welcome
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…and she is proud of you as are we all.
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…and she is proud of you. Hope the meeting went well.
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It did. Thank you! And I slept like a baby last night!
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And fly you did…you did Oliver proud. Well done, my friend.
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Thank you Mimi.
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An even better gift.
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It is….
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she wanted to send you a powerful reminder that you absolutely could not miss
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Smiling. I think you are right Beth….
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My soul is smiling now…
Send them out west, I need them here, please 🙂
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Smiling.
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There it is…Yes!!!
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Smiling. Yes!
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A friend just sent me this, David.
“Let me keep my distance, always,
from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep my company always with
those who say
“Look!” and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.” Mary Oliver
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Beautiful Debra. I had no seen this before. Thank you for sharing.
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Isn’t it amazing, the power we have, when we stop, breathe, pay attention, allow our spirit to soar? Glad you caught Mary Oliver’s gift and that your day went swimmingly and you had a good night’s sleep…
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So true Dale. Just take a moment and look up.
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Yes. We are so busy trying not to crash into each other that we rarely do…
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True!
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I think we’ve all been seeing a lot of Mary Oliver…her soul hovering in our hearts and in the sky.
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Yes Freddie. I think so.
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“Good Morning!” every morning…or, we could just remind ourselves, “Fly!” Meditation is a kind of flight–possible when we become very still.
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Yes!
To understand anything…what is important, what is essential? A quiet mind, is it not?…If I really want to understand something, there is immediately a quiet state of mind. When you want to listen to music or look at a picture which you love, which you have a feeling for, what is the state of your mind? Immediately, there is a quietness, is there not? … It is that quiet mind, that still mind, which brings about transformation. When the mind is no longer resisting, no longer avoiding, no longer discarding or blaming what is but is simply passively aware, then in that passivity of the mind you will find, if you really go into the problem, that there comes a transformation.
– Jiddu Krishnamurti, in ‘The First and Last Freedom’ (HarperCollins, October 5, 2010)
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Thank you. We all really are on the journey together.
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We are Lee. We are.
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Bugger all, Dave…another Saturday morning and you’ve made me cry.
You and Mary O.
I’m out numbered…..
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Awww Raye. Thank you.
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What a lovely image this brought to my mind
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Thank you Joanne.
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Beautiful, pal. So glad you let your gaze glide upward for the little ‘hat tip’ from Mary….
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Thank you Lori. Have a good weekend
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Under the ceiling of somewhat ambiguous, though threatening sky, grey in color which straddles between black and white, dark and light, below a bustling frenetic city, where skyscrapers reach can pierce into grey, breaking into blue and sunlight, walks a tall man, tired, stressed, weary, responsible & committed…as he continues on… the miracle of unique, individual snowflakes start falling, drift, landing on his hat, settling on his shoulders & further dusts the ground… he wipes his eye with his hand on his free arm side, blinks, clearing his field of vision he glances up, a seagull aloft, rising, a scout or perhaps a rebel or a trailblazer pushing forth, tests the thermals, others join in, the numbers grow, the movement tight then eases to flap like a main sail cloths loosens, quivering, the flocks sail through, gifting…the man smiles, a calm meets his heart, awashing… reflection transpires, whispers float and swirl, astute and easy going words of Mary Oliver impact and he recognizes that “It’s All A Miracle” he is rejuvenated as he takes draws in one of those breaths…he knows that “Each Breath Is A Gift” he rejoices this moment in his journey through life…
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Beautiful. Thank you Christie.
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Your welcome, Dave…just felt like we were walking along with you… Glad you slept well, last night, The photo a bit reminiscent of Mary Tyler Moore show, sign on.
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thank you Christie.
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Meditation is so much more than an App in our phone. Mary has taught us all that and your experience going to work is a beautiful example. ✨👏✨
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She did!
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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i’m not one for meditation. Can’t stop my heayd from whirring and doing summersaults and circus games (particularly at night). Wish I could stop the circus and just blxxy calm down. But hey, I’m working on it. This is SO beautifully told. Aren’t you blessed to get your tips for the day directly from Mary Oliver?! 😉
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Smiling. Thank you Kiki. I’m still in mourning, I’m lost without her. 🙂
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I can easily understand that. Am only really beginning to fully grasp her „extraordinaryness“
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Beautifully written by you and Mary O. Birds are essential in lifting us up, aren’t they 🙂
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Thank you Helen. Birds ARE lifting!
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YESSSS. I am not a fan of sitting meditation, it doesn’t work well for me, but it does for my husband, whatever. But. Connecting with nature in any form will always take me into that Zen point; that no mind state. Much is revealed in those moments, which you did discover through your seagull encounter. Excellent.
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Sure did Bela. It sure did. Thank you.
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❣️
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