I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

from Mary Oliver's "The Summer Day"

Thursday, June 10, 2010

"This is amazing!"

Will exclaimed this as I got up to see how I could possibly be hearing the sound of him splashing in the sink when I didn't hear him drag the stepstool to the sink like every other time I catch him playing there.

And, admittedly, his resourcefulness and sheer will (no pun intended) sometimes is, indeed, amazing.

 
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(This is every animal, blanket and miscellaneous item that he sleeps with [or more accurately, that he sleeps on] every single night. He's supposed to be winnowing down his menagerie but I've not gotten around to enforcing this winnowing yet).

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