You will want to send this poem to a friend, right now
My Gratitude Practice is important to me. Crazy important. It's how I sustain my joy for living, how I find higher ground even in the most turbulent times.
And I often turn to sweet words from wise poets to remind me that the easiest way to have a Gratitude practice is to slow down and look around. Re-read my post A poem A Day... and you will remember how poetry soothes my soul.
And so, this week, I gift you with one of my touchstone poems of Gratitude by Mary Oliver.
It's a poem that you need to read over and over. To remind you of what really matters. Of the only work that means anything. The work of being here, of being alive, and of paying attention.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
And after you read it, soak in it, and forward to a friend who needs it.
Offer it as a gift of kindness today, a gift that reminds them of the Beauty of Life itself. It reminds over and over that I can be most astonished if I just open my eyes and my heart.
by Mary Oliver
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
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the 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.
I think if we all passed it on to at least one person today, we would create a ripple of Gratitude that would stir the world...And so I start this ripple today...Let's keep it going!