I didn’t know what to write tonight, but then I happened upon this poem by Mary Oliver (thanks, Lisa!). It hit me like a ton of bricks.
Oh, how I crave this kind of “quiet as a feather” day off. One of these days…
TODAY
Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
― Mary Oliver