Happy New Year boo.
Not that the time of year matters one hoot in relation to how much I adore you.
Just as you are. Right here. Right now.
Here’s a poem shared with me, by my bff.
And now shared with you. That’s how love works. From my bff to me — to you —to whomever you sprinkle your fairy dust on next. It’s contagious. Let’s see just how far we can spread these love germs.
“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 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.
~ “Messenger” by Mary Oliver, from Thirst
Hot dang! I think these words bear repeating…
“… which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.”
“… which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here.”
“… which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart…”
I sit here, in awe of you my love. Grateful for you.