Dipping Toward the Light

“All things are meltable, and replaceable. Not at this moment, but soon enough, we are lambs and we are leaves, and we are stars, and the shining, mysterious pond water itself.”― Mary Oliver, Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems

“And as with prayer, which is a dipping of oneself toward the light, there is a consequence of attentiveness to the grass itself, and the sky itself, and to the floating bird. I too leave the fret and enclosure of my own life. I too dip myself toward the immeasurable.”― Mary Oliver, Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems

Entertain magic.
Dance with light.
Sing with abandon.
Dwell on transcendence.
Immerse into the immeasurable.
Savor delight.
Attentive. Awake. Engaged.

“And I thought: I shall remember this all my life. The peril, the running, the howling of the dogs, the smothering. Then the happiness—of action, of leaping. Then the green sweetness of distance. And the trees: their thickness and their compassion, all around.”― Mary Oliver, Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems