Sacred Life...Monday

I cannot even begin to describe how wonderful (?), humbling (?), awesome (?) it feels to see the work of my hands enriching other people's lives. I can't find the words. What a gift to have people who get me. What an amazing, wonderful gift to have people who see my worth and reflect it back to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you...

Sacred Life Sunday: Prayer from Anna's World

The Summer Day

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean

--the one who has flung herself out of the grass,

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth

instead of up and down

--who is gazing around with her

enormous and complicated eyes.

Now she lifts her pale forearms

and thoroughly washes her face.

Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention,

how to fall down into the grass,

how to kneel down in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?

Mary Oliver

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
(this, and more of it...)