Quote of the day: A Poem from A Thousand Mornings by Mary Oliver
THE MOTH, THE MOUNTAINS, THE RIVERSWho can guess the luna’s sadness who lives so briefly? Who can guess the impatience of stone longing to be ground down, to be part again of something livelier? Who can imagine in what heaviness the rivers remember their original clarity?Strange questions, yet I have spent worthwhile time with them. And I suggest them to you also, that your spirit grow in curiosity, that your life be richer than it is, that you bow to the earth as you feel how it actually is, that we—so clever, and ambitious, and selfish, and unrestrained—are only one design of the moving, the vivacious many.
An Urge to Travel (away from a slow-arriving spring)
I woke to find new snow covering the driveway this morning. Sigh. But then the sun was out all day and the temperature climbed into the low 40’s. Un-sigh!
Ok, I know what you’re thinking. So am I. I need to work on letting go of attachment to any particular weather. I admit it, I am attached to the weather getting warmer, the snow melting, the green things growing. I don’t think that I am going to get my wish quite yet, though. It feels and looks like winter out there. And the weather forecast is predicting snow and temperatures in the 20’s and 30’s for the next week.
Maybe I should adopt contrarian methods. A contrarian might suggest I take up cross-country skiing with great enthusiasm. That would pretty much guarantee, no more snow and warmer weather. I don’t think that would work either. But I am tempted to go out cross-country skiing in an “If you can’t beat them, join them” spirit.
Tomorrow I think I’ll head down to the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum and wander around indoors and out. It’s one of those places that I never tire of and where I always find something beautiful to photograph.
Wishing that you find a reminder of spring in your life today.
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