What a delight

to wake up this morning
and see purple out my window.
Welcome, beautiful blooms!

My mom forwarded me this
Mary Oliver poem,
which she received from a friend.
Too good not to share.
Inspiration to be more mindful
of the beauty in our everyday lives.


Every day
I see or hear something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It is 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 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 oceans’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?