It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
Mary Oliver's "Praying"
This is indeed a crazy time of the year!
This poem by Mary Oliver (one of my favorite poets) has spoken to me many times, about how it doesn't have to be hard or complicated but is about simply pausing. Paying attention can be all that it takes. Just being outside does this for me. I immediately feel the relief, a release of exiting the daily contest to "try too hard".
Finding the space to focus takes on new meaning now. Where is that space, the space that is the doorway into thanks and inspiration? I have faith that we all can find it.