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Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed.
As we all move along during the holiday season,
in whatever way suits us best, may we take
a moment to stand still. To be blessed,
to feel the JOY and happiness that resides in
our hearts and know peace here.
The Messenger
by: Mary Oliver
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird-
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast, there the blue plums.
Here the clams, deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect?
Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work,
which is standing still and learning to be astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind, and a heart,
and these body-cloths, a mouth with which to
give shouts of JOY to the moth, and the wren,
to the sleepy dug-up clam, telling them all,
over and over, how it is that we live forever.
Blessings and Peace
to each and every one of you and yours,
Christine, Eric and Tessa
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