“Mindful
Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for –
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world –
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant –
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these –
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?”
– Mary Oliver
Elisa's Spot 
The “untrimmable light”! The prayers that are made out of grass! The ordinary, the common, the drab. Yes, oh holy, Mary and Elisa, a resounding “yes” that sounds like ice talking at midnight or perhaps a jet flying overhead or maybe a buck stomping its annoyed hoof when you’re sitting nearby.
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