After the closing ceremonies in Vancouver, watching some good news for once in a long while, I wish you a happy Monday morning from Cape Cod and the Islands… The snow and wind, sleet and rain, are coming down at this hour with great ferocity, and I am reminded how late the hour has become. The lateness of things, as it were, as we go through the daily grind of who is right and who is wrong, is an invitation to reach out and say, “I Love You”. For in the end, it is the Love we make that we take… Struggling with the larger issues of the day that effect us here in our beloved country of the United States of America, as well as the world at large, is a side show, a mirage, an illusion. What is real is how we feel. And so, on this first day of March, 2010, I thought I would offer a poem written by a local artist whose work embodies the reasons why I wake early to see the beauty that is offered by creative intelligence every moment of every waking hour… The title is called, “Why I Wake Early”…and the poet is Mary Oliver... Have a nice week!
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety–
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.