Wednesday, April 7, 2010

My Birthday
Edward and I are off to the island this morning for my birthday!
 While we are walking the beach in the moonlight, reading Our Mutual Friend, sleeping late, eating strawberries by the fistfulls, and knitting with the most amazing green wool, please enjoy this wonderful poem by my favourite poet on earth, Mary Oliver.  Her gorgeous words beautifully sum up my view of the world not only on this, the day I was born, but every day of the year. 
Much love to you all!

Every day
I see or hear
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

By Mary Oliver