My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird -
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
Which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
This is the first poem in Mary Oliver's collection Thirst, titled, "The Messenger."
SEED QUESTIONS FOR REFLECTION: How do you relate to the notion that our work is to love the world? Can you share a personal experience of a time you felt that what mattered most was to stand still and learn to be astonished? What practice helps you develop gratitude for your life?
My favorite part is when she writes that her work is mostly standing still. Someone once told me that my addiction is busyness, and so 'standing still' is my challenge but I keep practicing. Thank you for including this poem in our gratitude sessions,
What will happen if we do not love the world.............?How to love a mosquito,I need to know how to love the whole creation,,,it is part of me,us.what will happen if I do not love?
I am astonished when I hear the owls in my backyard. I am astonished when I see bluebirds at the birdbath. I am astonished when I feel my little baby granddaughter's silky skin against mine. I am astonished when I taste my first cup of coffee each morning. I am astonished when I smell rain is coming. I know I am doing an excellent job being in love with the world.
Our work, responsibility, and privilege is to love the world. Our world is Mother Earth, and we are of it. What we do to it we do to ourselves. We pollute it, exploit it, disease it, kill it, and we pollute, exploit, disease, and kill ourselves. We take care of it, enjoy it, embrace it, love it, and we take care of, enjoy, embrace, and love ourselves. Just a few days ago I saw the most beautiful sunset and sky I have ever seen. In that experience, what mattered most was to stand still, be in the moment, and be astonished. In and through such experiences I learn to be astonished. The practice that helps me develop gratitude for my life is being aware that I am alive at this time in this body, reminding myself that I am part of all that is, reminding myself that all that is is sacred, and letting that awareness sink in. With that practice, gratitude comes easily.
Beautiful poem...manages to capture that space of stillness in some ways for me....
As a part of nature, I try to think of myself as a leaf of a large tree....the leaf that will fall off eventually but the tree will go on....we live in each of these different ways, as plants and birds and as you and as me.....and the beauty to me seems that each of our experiences is a unique localized one :)
Regularly pausing or sometimes being jolted into the wonder and strangeness of the world around....that for me is living deeply......for now, with the whiff of the biryani smell, the kiss of the wind punctuated by stray horns, headlights of hurried cars, a playful mosquito and my fingers as they touch the keyboard... :)
beautiful, so simple, stand still and be amazed, yet we are all worriers first and foremost, making plans, worrying about plans, full of regrets, worrying about missed things, such a waste of precious time