Why I Wake Early- Mary Oliver
Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and the crotchety—-
best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease us with warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light–good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.
The Journey – Mary Oliver
One day your finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice – – though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles “mend your life!” each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with stiff fingers at the very foundations, though the melancholy was terrible, it was already late enough, and a wild night and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by tlittle as you left the voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own that kept you company.
One the Ridge – Mark Nepo
We can grow by simply listening, the way the tree on that ridge listens it’s branches to the sky, the way blood listens its flow to the site of a wound, the way you listen like a basin when my head so full of grief can’t look you in the eye. We can listen our way out of anger, if we let the heart soften the wolf we keep inside. We can last by listening deeply, the way roots reach for the next inch of earth the way an old turtle listens all he hears into the pattern of his shell.