On page 21 in Mary Oliver's A Thousand Mornings, I found this poem.
Since it's not my first time through the book, I suppose you could say it was more of a re-discovery of an old love.
I love Oliver's poetry because it explores the mysteries of our daily experience. It is how I want to be: open to the teachings contained in the smallest of moments.
I want to do more than work and pay the bills. I want to do more than just survive. Don't you want more than that, too?
I want to feel whole and fully alive, connected to the moment, part of everything, grateful beyond words.
This poem, titled "Hurricane," is an example, as all true poetry tends to be, of exploring an element of life with such clarity and finding in that, cause to look inward. If we're mindful and willing, what happens around us can be a catalyst for introspection and self-understanding.
We learn that we see in the world what we carry in our hearts. What we can accept within ourselves we can carry forth with greater kindness and intent.
It's a beautiful thing. I hope you enjoy reading this poem as much as I have.
It didn't behave
like anything you had
ever imagined. The wind
tore at the trees, the rain
fell for days slant and hard.
The back of the hand
to everything. I watched
the trees bow and their leaves fall
and crawl back into the earth.
As though, that was that.
This was one hurricane
I lived through, the other one
lasted longer. Then
I felt my own leaves giving up and
falling. The back of the hand to
everything. But listen now to what happened
to the actual trees;
toward the end of that summer they
It was the wrong season, yes,
but they couldn't stop. They
looked like telephone poles and didn't
care. And after the leaves came
blossoms. For some things
Which is what I dream of for me.
-- Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings
In the context of healing or growth or purpose, what do you dream of for yourself?
Tell me in the comments. Everything you share means something to me.
P.S. I dream of inhabiting each moment and my life feeling sacred because of it.
P.P.S. I hope you find what you're looking for, too.