Obsessed

I am completely obsessed with this poem by Mary Oliver. It speaks to me of the totality of our experience. It is a simple truth that the dark and the light, the grief and the joy, will always be bedfellows in our experience. And this summer, the poppies in Boulder are so wide open and on fire, they’re practically indecent. I’m loving it!

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Poppies
Mary Oliver

The poppies send up their
orange flares; swaying
in the wind, their congregations
are a levitation

of bright dust, of thin
and lacy leaves.
There isn’t a place
in this world that doesn’t

sooner or later drown
in the indigos of darkness,
but now, for a while,
the roughage

shines like a miracle
as it floats above everything
with its yellow hair.
Of course nothing stops the cold,

black, curved blade
from hooking forward—
of course
loss is the great lesson.

But I also say this: that light
is an invitation
to happiness,
and that happiness,

when it’s done right,
is a kind of holiness,
palpable and redemptive.
Inside the bright fields,

touched by their rough and spongy gold,
I am washed and washed
in the river
of earthly delight—

and what are you going to do—
what can you do
about it—
deep, blue night?

Inspiring quotes by Nelson Mandela

“It is music and dancing that make me at peace with the world.”

“As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.”

“I felt fear myself more times than I can remember, but I hid it behind a mask of boldness. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”