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"
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Schooled
How is this possible?
He loves school.
The house is quiet while he's there . . . maybe a little too quiet.
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