Lightly Child, Lightly.

Nothing but light —

scalding, aortal light —

in which we are washed and washed out of our bones.

—  Mary Oliver, from “White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field” in “House of Light

 


Notes:

  • Photo: DK @ Daybreak. 5:23 am, March 11, 2021. 40° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.
  • Poem via Poems That I Love
  • 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.”

Comments

  1. moody

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  2. Haunting and alluring! Thank you, David! Bone-washing beauty…

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  3. 5:23 a.m. Why aren’t you in bed?

    Like

  4. There’s something simultaneously evocative and eerie about fog….

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  5. Reminds me of Casablanca….Bogart should appear from the fog

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  6. The fog and Mary Oliver always demand pause and deep listening 🙏🏻

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  7. How they go together, the owl, its movement, all quiet, the field, the day, no color yet, breaking over water, Mary Oliver contemplating death. (So glad I save these posts when I don’t have time to open them–wouldn’t want to miss this!)

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