Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Tuesdays are for Poetry.


Today I'm flying low and I'm
not saying a word.
I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.

But I'm taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I'm traveling
a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.

- Mary Oliver (from A Thousand Mornings)


  1. Everything is a sheet of ice here so there is a lot of forced stillness. Waking up to a world unable to go on until some melting happens was quite lovely.

  2. That's a wonderful approach to the day.

  3. That was my go-to poem last year. I kept it in my "balance journal" and my bullet journal -- and it's tacked up on the bulletin board in my studio. One of my favorites, for sure!

  4. Mary Oliver just always comes up with the best, right-on-time words, thoughts, feelings. I like Tuesdays are for poetry...

  5. Thank you for some Mary Oliver :) She is one of my favorites.

  6. Beautiful. I've been feeling that this week too. Each morning I tell Boone...this would be a good day to stay home together. But out the door I go. :-)

  7. I read this just the other day. I love that whole book and read a poem from it every now and then. Thank you, Mary!

  8. stillness-could use a bit more of this in my life.


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