Breath in. Breathe out. Breathe through. This has become my mantra moving through these days as I look for glimmers and micro dose hope.
I think of Mary Oliver and my favorite of her poems. I look up at the sky and I try for gratitude. I still myself. I slow my mind.
Today
by Mary Oliver
Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word
I’m letting the voodoos of ambition sleep
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumble a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
