Showing posts with label Mary Oliver. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mary Oliver. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Downtown Funk



Do you ever get into a funk? Where you feel like a zombie. Do the exact same thing over and over again? Like really. Wake up. Brush teeth. Shampoo the same amount into you hair. Blow hair dry. Race out the door without eating breakfast. Drive the same way to work. Buy coffee to perk you up. Work. Work. Work. Come home. And sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit? And somehow after work, at home, five hours have flown by and your laundry is still dirty, dishes are still in the sink and you go to bed to start all over again the next day.  Does this happen to everyone? One recent morning I woke up before the sunrise and took a little stroll. All I needed was a new perspective to snap the fuck out of it.


I am a member of the church of paying attention. However, I wasn't paying attention while in this downtown funk. I was letting the world pass me by. It could have been sea oat withdrawal from a recent time at the beach. In any case, I needed to do something new.


The cool part is that this wake up moment came during the time when the sun aligns itself in Hampden perfectly from east to west. The fall solstice. 





The trash truck was pulling up to The Charmery it was so early. I imagined the night prior, with lines out the door, laughter from little and big kids. If I had taken this shot in time I would have submitted it to the American Moment contest at the Phillips Collection. 


I grabbed a bagel and noticed the new chalk at Common Grounds. They had painted it the previous evening. Everything looked new and fresh to me.





Later that same week I caught the sun setting down 32nd street. It's a time when people make their pilgrimages, fast and write plans for the year in multiple religious denominations. I love how the church calendar was designed around the solar calendar. It's as if God is making things brighter to wake us up.

It's a very good time of year to realign yourself, and if needed, snap the fuck out of your funk. 

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Tranquil Tuesday-Iona


Iona is a very special pilgrimage site. It took forever to get there. One plane, three buses, and two boats.

There is a little chapel just beyond the Celtic Cross in this photo on Iona. I went there to pray at dusk. As I sat in silence I heard rustling. Feathers. There were swallows nesting above my head. I sat in silence for an hour just watching the swallows fly in an out of the little chapel to feed their babies. It was the best way I knew how to pray. To just be present. Listen. Watch. Be. It was truly one of the most holy experiences. 

This reminds me of one of my favorite poems by Mary Oliver.

The Summer Day

Mary Oliver

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?


I need a Tranquil Tuesday...on a Wednesday. I've been so busy that I've missed a few Tuesdays and my gut hurts because I haven't taken a break. Breath with me. Turn off, unplug and be quiet.