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?
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, July 8, 2010
Sibling Revelry
I'm at the end of my rope with Will these days but every once in a while something happens that further endears him to me in spite of our current difficulties. Like this.
Will is beside himself because Rosie and Eileen arrive tomorrow. He's probably in bed right now rehearsing how he's going to turn on the charm.
More on the weekend, Will's antics and how I've aged three years in the last three weeks coming soon, in addition to something about this sweet little girl I'm holding right now.
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