Thursday, April 17, 2008


Why is it that major life decisions have to be made at the most inopportune times?

And how is it that a person can feel so compelled to abscond and at the very same moment be content with the here-and-now?

Let's do a visualization exercise.

... this:

or this?:
Since I'm at a loss for words (and blog-posts) these days, I'll once again steal the words of someone else to give you something worthwhile to read.

"The Summer Day" by Mary Oliver

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?

from House of Light. © Beacon Press, 1992

p.s. Nebraska photos are by a very talented guy named Ryan McGinnis, NOT ME, found on Flickr. Not sure what the rules are, but I figure if he would rather I not post them on my blog he'll ask me not to and I'll comply. = ) Until then, he probably wouldn't mind a little publicity, right? He takes some pretty sweet HDR shots.


greyguitar said...

The Plains do look awesome. I'll just say that. Just think about that giant dog (a whata-doodle?) and your very own ranch.

Stephanie said...

Wait...are you moving to Nebraska?!