quite contrary…
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life? ~ Mary Oliver When Mary asked what we’d do with our wild and precious lives I’m quite sure she wasn’t prodding us to the heroic but rather to the awake, two very different answers. A fly on the wall of Mary’s life is grounds for the magnificat after which she no doubt steps outside to fall down in fields of green to idly pray. We hail her highly favored but Mary’s summer stations chill us in their utter disregard for our scaled visions.
with your one wild and precious life? ~ Mary Oliver When Mary asked what we’d do with our wild and precious lives I’m quite sure she wasn’t prodding us to the heroic but rather to the awake, two very different answers. A fly on the wall of Mary’s life is grounds for the magnificat after which she no doubt steps outside to fall down in fields of green to idly pray. We hail her highly favored but Mary’s summer stations chill us in their utter disregard for our scaled visions.
my favorite of all favorites
One day, I left Kimpell Hall hating my pursuit of an MFA, wondering why I’d beat myself with such ridiculous workshops.
I walked down a steep hill, and a friend walked with, and without warning she held out her hand and said “Who made the world?!” It startled me, and if I remember correctly, she followed with “Who made the swan and the black bear?”
And her reader voice came on, and we just kept walking, and I watched her hand like a grasshopper was really there, God in the small and in the unknowing.
Thanks, Amber…I hear that quote all the time, usually as a springboard for cultural/personal heroics of some sort, and I always think ‘that’s not what Mary meant.’ To live lost in the grand ‘Who’ calls for the bravery of the narrow way…