THE MORNING WALK by Mary Oliver from
Long Life: Essays and Other Writings
(Da Capo Press)
There are a lot of words meaning
thanks.
Some you can only whisper.
Others you can only sing.
The pewee whistles instead.
The snake turns in circles,
the beaver slaps his tail
on the surface of the pond.
The deer in the pinewoods stamps his hoof.
Goldfinches shine as they float through the air.
A person, sometimes, will hum a little Mahler.
Or put arms around old oak tree.
Or take out lovely pencil and notebook and find a few
touching, kissing words.
Or a person, sometimes, will pull out her camera and try to capture moments that inspired such overwhelming feelings of gratitude, perhaps in order to return to those images with a notebook and pencil at a later date, inviting the words to come after they've had some time to simmer.
That's the work I find I'm doing now so I thought on this Mary Oliver Monday I'd share some images of
thanks with you and invite you to share what has you saying, "Thanks," lately.
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The resilience of nature
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Doors opening
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The survival of ancient wisdom
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The beauty of perspective
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| Firm footholds on bumpy paths |
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| Blue sky, blue sea, blue bell . . . so many shades of blue. |
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| This view |
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| Curiosity and Daring |
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| Artistic whimsy |
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| The pleasure of discovering small surprises |
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| Connecting with the ancestors |
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| Vibrant colors |
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| Acting without fear |
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| Revisiting thin places |
