tuesdays i try and dedicate to good living….things that add pleasure and depth to what i used to think of as ugly duckling day (tuesday is, after all, so unappreciated)
…well it was....
until i showered it with bon vivant status and glorious it became.
typically it’s a delectable drink or a new recipe to try, but today i give you this....
hold in front of you as you would a glass of bubbly.
tilt it towards the light.
marvel at the color.
then sip. taste. drink it into your soul.
feel it tickle your heart center as it glides down into your gut.
let it make you a bit tipsy with thought.
by mary oliver
isn't it plain the sheets of moss,
except that they have no tongues,
could lecture all day... if they wanted
about spiritual patience?
isn't it clear
the black oaks along the path are standing
as though they were the most fragile of flowers?
every morning i walk like this around the pond, thinking:
if the doors of my heart ever close,
i am as good as dead.
every morning, so far, i'm alive.
and now the crows break off from the rest of the darkness
and burst up into the sky
—as though all night they had thought of what they would like
their lives to be,
and imagined their strong, thick wings.
~ mrs m