My son recently photographed the view from his bedroom window as sunrise revealed light snow which had fallen quietly in the night. I contrast his view of snow and the Virginia Foothills with my view on the same morning nearly 2000 miles away on the South Texas Gulf Coast. Snow is rare here. Many mornings I wake to dense fog, On other days I see mist rising from the lake behind our house as sunrise fills the sky with color.
new light, new choices, new mercy
if I pay attention,
fill my soul with astonishment,
I can tell you …
it is never “just another day”
~ written with attention, astonishment, gratitude, and recognition of poet Mary Oliver, who died last week.
Instructions for living a life –
Tell about it.
from Mary Oliver’s poem Sometimes, published in the book Redbird.