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we tarped the roof.   took apart the water pressure thingy  on the outside where the water enters the pipes.  I had planned to not mention either for at least a while… probably not a good idea….but…..seemed just too much.     But for reasons,  i did and that's how this day got   "spent".    I was glad that i have decided to begin each day with Mary Oliver.    This book,  a collection,  has been on the dashboard of the vehicle…that library there,  for Evac.   Brought it In and now,  the plan is one every morning.  To begin the day.  And i am carrying the Carnelian again.  and for whatever reason,  the small shell.

 

This Morning                                                 

This morning the redbirds' eggs                                                                                                                                                                                       have hatched and already the chicks                                                                                                                                                                      are chirping for food.   They don't                                                                                                                                                                                  know where it's coming from,   they                                                                                                                                                                       just keep shouting,  "More!   More!"                                                                                                                                                                               As to anything else,  they haven't                                                                                                                                                                           had a single thought.  Their eyes                                                                                                                                                                                     haven't yet opened,  they know nothing                                                                                                                                                               about the sky that's waiting.   Or                                                                                                                                                                                     the thousands,  the millions of trees.                                                                                                                                                                   They don't even know they have wings.

and just like that,  like a simple                                                                                                                                                                                       neighborhood event,  a miracle is                                                                                                                                                                         taking place.  

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9 responses to “begin with Mary O”

  1. Margery Avatar

    I just woke up from a dream about Mary Oliver. How lovely to be greeted by one of her poems! And what good reminders for this (and every) day. Thank you!

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  2. Liz A Avatar

    “they don’t even know they have wings” …

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  3. Marti Avatar
    Marti

    Meant to comment yesterday re your post office but the day was taken up with phone calls to ill family members in Albuquerque, Santa Clara and Las Vegas. (all are in their 80’s.)
    The post office in Oroville is such a fine piece of historic architecture, light and airy and spacious. Yet my heart belongs to the humble post office in Polvadera, with its adobe walls, blue door and faded, splintery timber pillars. I remember when we first came to Polvadera in 2007 to meet you and see your home. Took a lot of photos, of your land, of the growing trees and plants, of Fiona, your guinea fowl, your dogs, the dolls that you created, etc. but I also asked you if you would take me to your post office because I needed a photo of it… this little place held our history, letters and small gifts, traveling from Polvadera to Texas, where I lived at the time.
    Now then, Mary O is a very good way to begin the day. I smile to self because I too am beginning my days with a poet whose last name begins with O- John O’Donohue.
    I like to take excerpts from various poems and hold them inside so on this morning, a bit of John O’Donohue’s poem, Connemara on My Mind. He lived in a small cottage near the mountains, meadows, bog lands of Connemara and in this excerpt, he is speaking here of sunrise, of the light that comes and fills your soul:
    “…In an instant
    the whole place flames
    in a glaze of pools
    as if a kind sun
    let a red net
    sink through the bog,
    reach down to a forgotten
    infancy of granite,
    and dredge up
    a haul of colors
    that play and sparkle
    through the smother of bog,
    pinks, yellow,
    amber and orange…”

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  4. Catherine E Avatar

    Some coincidental poetry vibe is happening! – I just ordered a copy of Zen poems by Ryokan. Wanting to read a poem every morning. It sounds like a fine way to start the day.

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  5. Deb G Avatar

    Poetry is a good way to start or end the day. 🙂

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  6. Liz A Avatar

    Marti – In a lovely bit of synchronicity, Sharon Blackie invokes Connemara repeatedly in her book The Enchanted Life

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  7. Nancy Avatar

    Thanks for the mention of the NM post office. I went to have a look and can feel the earthy realness of the place!
    https://www.flickr.com/photos/courthouselover/32215569761

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  8. Nancy Avatar

    I need to get back to a poem in the morning (or evening). I have two books waiting for me to continue reading them.
    I have a tiny, reddish, very smooth rock I found on a recent walk and dropped into the slot of my armrest in the car. It waits for me if I need it.

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  9. Kristin F Avatar
    Kristin F

    I am not so great at following along with you with comments Grace, but you have a place in my life’s daily going, just going. I love the poem…it is a keeper.

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