Mary Oliver, the Poet

                            

   

Today we read to each other one of Mary Oliver's poems, "The Word", which is why we mentioned "to run along ". In it she writes about speaking of the soul and seven people rose from their chairs and left the room. Then she speaks of the body, the spirit, the mockingbird, the hollyhock, etc., and seven more people leave the room and are seen running down the road.

                           

 

We loved the poem, and have lived the results of "an ocean less hungry, one that begins to sing". The poem, "The Word" is from her book, "What Do We Know".

                                           

We do know that we are unfolding a newness that speaks to that which stays and that which goes.

                                          

 

There is a thirst that drinks from something far deeper than an unsupportive culture.

                                         

On blogs you read from the bottom up, like a lotus rooted in the mud, it starts at the foundation.