It is national poetry month, and there are so many wonderful poets creating today. Poetry is a place to come to for healing. Its subtle words scratched on starchy white paper can serve as comforting arms to hold us, and we may rest in that space. When life seems chaotic, and you cannot seem to carve out enough of it for yourself to practice your meditation, exercise, being out in nature, all things that bring blissful healing to ones soul, there is always poetry laying in wait. One of my favorite poets, and there are so many from the published to the unknown, is Mary Oliver. Here I share just a few lines of comfort for your soul, and perhaps if you allow yourself to take refuge there you will achieve a few moments of stillness in your day.
Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled – to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world. I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery. I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing – that the light is everything – that it is more than the sum of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.
~Mary Oliver, House of Light
- What can you do today to allow for even just a sliver of light to get in?