May 19, 2020
i've succumbed to compromise, acquired distractions along the way, but deep in my core i remain part poet, part gypsy, part hippie, part dreamer. make no mistake. i have opinions and they are deeply held. nothing screamed at my face will change one thread of that which has been so carefully woven into my now very old soul. i know i am not alone. actually i have some very good friends...shel silverstein's invitation comes to mind, wendell berry's manifesto, parker palmer's anything, rumi's field, hafiz's kin, john lennon's imagine, st francis of assisi's outstretched hand. but when, as now, i am weary, when evening falls so hard, it is mary, always mary, every time mary, who offers the most comfort. almost any of her words will do. like a hand over troubled waters, she reaches out to steady me while i regain my footing and i am grounded again, breathing evenly once more, secure and sure of what truly matters, i return to who i am, i stay the path, i carry on, now remembering again, to simply be, full of wonder, once more, astonishingly at every turn, to be, simply and still amazed.
Yes! No! by Mary Oliver
How necessary it is to have opinions! I think the spotted trout lilies are satisfied, standing a few inches above the earth. I think serenity is not something you just find in the world,like a plum tree, holding up its white petals.
The violets, along the river, are opening their blue faces, like
small dark lanterns.
The green mosses, being so many, are as good as brawny.
How important it is to walk along, not in haste but slowly,
looking at everything and calling out
Yes! No! The
swan, for all his pomp, his robes of grass and petals, wants only to be allowed to live on the nameless pond. The catbrier is without fault. The water thrushes, down among the sloppy rocks, are going crazy with happiness. Imagination is better than a sharp instrument. To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.