“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
I woke up this morning with this line from Mary Oliver’s “The Summer Day” running through my head.
1. The new bright gold of the freshly re-painted Goldfinch Farm sign. Sometimes a pop of color can be intensely satisfying.
2. Yesterday when I walked around the front of the house, I was caught by the shoulders and wrapped in a huge hug by the scent of the lily of the valley out back on the hillside. I love the smell of lily of the valley.
3. Listening to Joss singing his pre-school songs as he played in the sandbox yesterday. I want to cherish and respect his shyness, but I have worried that it might lead him to loneliness or a sense of being disconnected from others. Instead, his quiet observation of what goes on around him seems to give him a sense of belonging and participating. May it always be so.
4. The gravid peonies and poppies, buds like eggs, waiting, swelling, stretching.
5. Mary Oliver. Her words inevitably lead me to deeper places. Secretly (not anymore, I guess) I think of her as my–as our–priestess. Her words mediate a connection between the mundane me and my deeper self, between me and the Universe, and Beauty. Oh, what will you do with your one wild and precious life?
May we walk in Beauty!