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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 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? mary oliver
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I love poetry, dancing though not in any way you might define dance as elegant and graceful, rugby but not as much as I did before broken ribs, soccer, my dog, many people, and the pursuit of a centered life. I'm still figuring out how graduate school and a motorcycle fit into the pursuit of centeredness. In working to find a good center I've discovered the importance of local foods. Check out my garden page! I built this bed - it is in our living room! my brother, miles |
