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, September 29, 2011

File these under "Things I never realized that I'd say or hear"

"The plunger is not a toy." (You don't want to know the details on this one, trust me.)

And Jamison said this to Will the other day: "Will, where are the rest of the man's legs?" (They were building an airport with Legos, which included a pilot and another driver for the luggage cart and fuel truck. I guess I never realized that even Lego people required assembly.)
Posted by Sara at 6:38 AM

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