Thursday, February 7, 2008


I'm having one of 'those' is stressful, feeling weirdly insecure and anxious about posting self-portrait photos on flickr, just kinda blah overall...

I was reminded of a poem that my yoga teacher often reads before and/or after class. It speaks to me about yoga but also about photography and my quest this year to be more aware and mindful of the world around me.


Every day
I see or hear
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for –
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world –
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light

of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

~ Mary Oliver ~


Nanimal said...

brilliant. I am in constant quest to be mindful. So hard to do. You would think it wouldn't be...alas.

I am sure you will prevail in your struggle with the self portrait. This is the year of the rat - prosperity in being "more adventurous" perhaps?

sunnywave said...

hi honey! i love the poem, thanks for posting. i'm with nanimal--on with the year of rat!!! kung hee fat choy!!

carmen said...

the poem is wonderful and such a good thing to come back to on a rough day. I find myself trying to be more mindful and patient with Jove and not letting my stress affect how I treat him, but it is very hard.