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Thursday, March 17, 2011

day 8 - the sun.

Is thankful for a day of sunshine, laughter with my youth over coffee, voicing doubts, fears and sadness to my always understanding and compassionate husband, dark chocolate, red wine and Mary Oliver. Sunny days always remind me of my blessings - both big and small.


the sun. By Mary Oliver:

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful

than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon

and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again

out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure

that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you

as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--

or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

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