#greatpoems

“Why I Wake Early

Hello, sun in my face.

Hello, you who made the morning

and spread it over the fields

and into the faces of the tulips

and the nodding morning glories,

and into the windows of, even, the

miserable and the crotchety –

best preacher that ever was,

dear star, that just happens

to be where you are in the universe

to keep us from ever-darkness,

to ease us with warm touching,

to hold us in the great hands of light –

good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day

in happiness, in kindness.”

Mary Oliver

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Great Quotes #savingnature

“If future generations are to remember us with gratitude rather than contempt, we must leave them something more than the miracles of technology. We must leave them a glimpse of the world as it was in the beginning, not just after we got through with it.”

“We must not only protect the country side and save it from destruction, we must restore what has been destroyed and salvage the beauty and charm of our cities … Once our natural splendor is destroyed, it can never be recaptured. And once man can no longer walk with beauty or wonder at nature, his spirit will wither and his sustenance be wasted.”

~ Johnson

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Healing Rays

The sun beats strong on my back. Reminding my shoulders to loosen, reminding my skin what pure heat feels like, reminding my soul that I am a sun worshipper. Intrinsically I stretch out like a lizard. Innately I uncoiled my stress allowing the sun to bake it away. The hole dweller that I have become yearns from more, more heat, more rays, more air. The sun beats down and I remember the healing of outdoor life.

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Choosing Stillness

I saw a heron today. It was standing ankle deep in the sand staring out at the lake. As I walked passed it my mind racing, busyness overwhelming, trying to get my walk over with, I was amazed by its stillness. Its whole body was quiet. It stared into the waves. It stared into the water. It stared into the blue. Motionless. Its intentional silence shows me that my movements were all reactionary. It stood in stillness as I tromped by, iPod blaring, sneakers smacking, mind yelling. As I pushed forward trying to move quickly to the “next,” the heron stood silent, content in the “now”. Its statue like stance sparked a yearning for stillness. I slowed down – took the headphones off – breathed deep and looked at the lake. I stared at the waves. I stared at the water. I stared at the blue. I intentionally quieted my mind and I walked. I slowly deliberately walked. I watched my dogs as they trotted beside me. I listened to the robins call to each other. I watched the waves dance across the sand. I became intentionally silent. Today my teacher was a heron. It reminded me that stillness is not only a necessity it is a choice.

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Taking time

Today the breeze is refreshing and the sun is inviting. Today the wind smells like lilacs, lilies, and lake. Today the air is alive with the sound of geese honking and waves lapping the sand. Today I planted carrots while the dogs laid at my feet and bumble bees buzzed around my head. Today almost didn’t happen. With little sleep and necessities looming, with messy rooms and unfinished pieces, ‘must dos’ called me. But as I breathed in the lilacs I was reminded that in order to paint nature I must know nature. So I put down my brush, ignored the chaos of the house, and went outside. I stared at the shocking blue sky, I smelled the lake, I listened to the birds and I was refreshed. Today I decided to view the art that is constantly around me.

I Sit ContentLR

Inspiration

In this chaotic room,

In this scrambled brain,

I search;

For a beginning,

the starting block,

the blank canvas,

the opening shot,

– Inspiration

but all I find

are old coffee mugs,

stretched out worries,

hidden messes,

mundane trinkets,

I search for;

the end of the string

the place of unravelling

the first stroke,

– Inspiration

I search

until discouragement overpowers

then I sit

Quiet in failure

I sit

And in the stillness

I feel the wind

smell the lilies

hear the rain

and

– Inspiration

finds me.