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"
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
It Has to Be Said
I'm sorry but I do believe that the world's cutest baby lives right here. In my very own home. I may be a bit biased, but here's the evidence. (Sorry for the gratuitous pictures. I can't help it.)
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