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Loving The World…

February 11, 2020
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“My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.”
– Mary Oliver, Messenger

Did you stop to watch the cactus wren build a nest in the cholla, turning the debris on the desert floor into an orb shaped sanctuary of golden-like threads?
Did you rejoice when the six deer played with wild abandon on the hillside, their white tails twitching with joy?
Did you take in the pungent, intoxicating smell of the creosote bush after the rain?
Did you hear the creek rushing through the parched desert, as the earth beyond its reach sighed in longing?
Did you breath deeply when two snorting javelinas blocked the trail, and you bowed to them, turned and went another way?
Did you give shouts of joy when the sun set the clouds on fire until the whole sky looked like balls of cotton candy?
Did you do your work of loving the world today, as Mary Oliver suggested, so you could walk in gratitude, and she could live forever?

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