Learning to be astonished

“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.”

— Mary Oliver

There is lots to be astonished at when everything is new. 72 degrees and sunny makes for a good astonishment forecast when neighborhood exploring is underway.

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Perfect porch swings.
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Weed or flower?
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The best kind of yellow.
Impossibly blue Texas sky.
Impossibly blue Texas sky.
"Toto, I don't think we're in Oxford anymore..."
“Toto, I don’t think we’re in Oxford anymore…”

4 thoughts on “Learning to be astonished

  1. Great to see you blogging again. We all enjoy following your adventures. It is too bad that Mr. Murray lost his Australian Open match with Mr. Federer but, all in all, it is not so bad to see that Roger is still in there. Great matches are as good as seeing your favorite player win them all.

    Hope that you two will enjoy the time in Texas.

    All the best, John

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