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, December 2, 2010

This Pretty Much Sums It Up


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Everyone has been sick for what feels like forever. But we appear to be on the mend.

There is much laundry to be laundered, house to be cleaned, Christmas decorations to be unearthed and hung, in addition to the activities of any normal day: nursing the nursling (she may never give it up at this rate), playing with Big Brother, tickling, chasing, giggling, a little scolding, a lot of snacking (some of it of the chocolate persuasion!). I'll attempt something a little longer in the next day or so after my extended hiatus. I know. I can practically feel your excitement through my computer screen.
Posted by Sara at 4:55 PM

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