Last evening I was thinking about ‘beneath the surface’. Tonight I’ve rested beside the road awhile with a volume of (that great seer-beneath-the-surface-of-things) Mary Oliver’s poems. There’s enough material for a month’s contemplation in her
Song of the Builders
On a summer morning
I sat down
on a hillside
to think about God –a worthy pastime.
Near me, I saw
a single cricket;
it was moving the grains of the hillsidethis way and that way.
How great was its energy,
how humble its effort.
Let us hopeit will always be like this,
each of us going on
in our inexplicable ways
building the universe.Mary Oliver
New and Selected Poems, Vol 2, page 92
wind in my wheels 🌱 
Ahh, to spend but an hour in this woman’s company. She is a marvel, and her powers of observation and ability to drill down to the essence of the matter take my breath away. Thank you for sharing, Simon! Hugs, L
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I love so many poets! But for a decade or more I’ve reached every day for at least one of my Mary Oliver collection and mention her most every day to someone or another. Time and again, all unwittingly, this wonderful poet I’ve never met in person, has been instrumental in establishing some of my loveliest friendships … amongst whom … xx
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Funny how the world works, isn’t it, Simon? Xox
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She remains a touchstone for me…I read her and breathe in life, wonder, gratitude and a delicate sense for cherishing time…xx
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