Every time I read a Mary Oliver poem, I am pulled in fast and deep. Her writing resonates with me on both an earthly and spiritual level. I’ve not read nearly enough of her, but I know I’ll continue seeking her words.
Most recently, she spoke to me when I read a poem of hers just after returning from five days at a Carmelite monastery, where I found, as has Mary Oliver, that my prayers were made out of grass — grass with dew, green and gleaming; a teardrop, a stalk reaching upward, a yearning for the divine.
|“…prayers that are made out of grass…” (from “Mindful” by Mary Oliver)|
I know I’m so very blessed by these escapades, which allow me focused time on larger writing projects, and in addition to that, nourishing food, solitude and connection.
|With Vicky, my Carmel roommate and real-life friend, during our fall ’12 visit|
You can read “Mindful” in its entirety at Best Poems. For now, let me give you the beginning as a way to introduce some photos from my time away.
I see or hear
that more or less
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
It was what I was born for –
to look, to listen…”
Yes yes, I see, I hear, and I am killed with delight over it all.
It is what I was born for — what we all were, I’d imagine — to look, to listen, and to that I’ll add, to love.