I have been enjoying reading so many people sharing how Mary Oliver touched their lives with her poetry. She has accompanied me for many years as I try to find my place ion the world. I thank and credit her for my growing sense of breing at home with myself and within the cosmos.
My favourite Mary Oliver poem? No such thing for me but these past days this is the one I am most drawn to.
Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End?
Don’t call this world adorable, or useful, that’s not it.
It’s frisky, and a theater for more than fair winds.
The eyelash of lightning is neither good nor evil.
The struck tree burns like a pillar of gold.
But the blue rain sinks, straight to the white
feet of the trees
whose mouths open.
Doesn’t the wind, turning in circles, invent the dance?
Haven’t the flowers moved, slowly, across Asia, then Europe,
until at last, now, they shine
in your own yard?
Don’t call this world an explanation, or even an education.
When the Sufi poet whirled, was he looking
outward, to the mountains so solidly there
in a white-capped ring, or was he looking
to the center of everything: the seed, the egg, the idea
that was also there,
beautiful as a thumb
curved and touching the finger, tenderly,
as he whirled,
oh jug of breath,
in the garden of dust?
-from Why I Wake Early (2004)
Celebrating Mary Oliver’s Poetry
Join me for a day of Mindfulness and coming home to ourselves with Mary Oliver poetry
April 7th Kilkenny
June 2nd The Whitefeather Well Being Centre, Bennettsbridge
For more information and to book your place please visit www.mindfu.lfacilitation.com