8/7/09
Ipomoea indica
Everything
Everything
I want to make poems that say right out, plainly,
what I mean, that don't go looking for the
laces of elaboration, puffed sleeves. I want to
keep close and use often words like
heavy, heart, joy, soon, and to cherish
the question mark and her bold sister
the dash. I want to write with quiet hands. I
want to write while crossing the fields that are
fresh with daises and everlasting and the
ordinary grass. I want to make poems while thinking of
the bread of heaven and the
cup of astonishment; let them be
songs in which nothing is neglected,
not a hope, not a promise. I want to make poems
that look into the earth and the heavens
and see the unseeable. I want them to honor
both the heart of faith, and the light of the world;
the gladness that says, without any words, everything.
~ Mary Oliver ~
(New and Selected Poems Volume Two)
8/6/09
A Period of Grace
"What do I want to take home from my summer vacation? Time. The wonderful luxury of being at rest.
I realize I haven't been teaching school children for the last six weeks, but I have been learning, teaching,and writing with adults. This week was time to be at rest. I have slept in, taken naps, sorted stuff on the computer, and enjoyed tours through the garden. It was nice to stop planning, analyzing, and thinking too much! On Saturday we will load up for a vacation away from home. Until then, I will enjoy this period of grace here at home. Time is a gift we give ourselves.