mary oliver

an open letter to a homeschooling mother
Dear mother, I’ve been thinking lately about the looming school year and also about this oppressive heat, how every living thing seems to wither under it. “And consider, always, every day, the determination of the grass
with my eyes open
Belief isn’t always easy. But this much I have learned, if not enough else— to live with my eyes open. I know what everyone wants is a miracle. Mary Oliver, “In the Storm” Belief isn’t
on planners and plans
So many friends’ children begin school this week, and as we fumble our way into our own year, I admit I’m a little sad to say good-bye to this care-free season of flushed cheeks and
You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life. ― Mary Oliver, Wild Geese ——————- “a weekly portrait of each of my children in 2014” blythe:
instructions for living
Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. ― Mary Oliver, Something I’ve been thinking about this poem lately, a timely reminder for me to slow down and pay attention to the ordinary
. . . Sometimes I dream that everything in the world is here, in my room, in a great closet, named and orderly, and I am here too, in front of it, hardly able to