Happy Belated Birthday to Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver, a woman I can't thank enough for the wisdom & the clear seeing she gifts us through her poetry.  I read a wonderful post on Brainpickings yesterday celebrating her 80th birthday. Here is her poem, reflecting on life, how magical you can make it, especially when you know first hand of it's fleeting nature & how it can all be taken away so easily. May Mary continue to bless us with many many more birthdays & her beautiful gift of poetry.

 

THE FOURTH SIGN OF THE ZODIAC (PART 3) ~ Mary Oliver

I know, you never intended to be in this world.
But you’re in it all the same. 

So why not get started immediately.

I mean, belonging to it.
There is so much to admire, to weep over.

And to write music or poems about.

Bless the feet that take you to and fro.
Bless the eyes and the listening ears.
Bless the tongue, the marvel of taste.
Bless touching.

You could live a hundred years, it’s happened.
Or not.
I am speaking from the fortunate platform
of many years,
none of which, I think, I ever wasted.
Do you need a prod?
Do you need a little darkness to get you going?
Let me be as urgent as a knife, then,
and remind you of Keats,
so single of purpose and thinking, for a while,
he had a lifetime.

Walking a creative path

I've been thinking of the creative's journey, the difficulties, the self doubts and immense joy all bundled into one swirling emotion...  This quote by Mary Oliver from an interview I read is a beautiful affirmation of a woman who really stayed true to her creative desires, I love this... "I've said before that the angel doesn't sit on your shoulder unless the pencil's in your hand. ... And in truth that [is only] given after years of desiring it, being open to it, and walking toward it."

Diligently doing the work, holding it as something special, even sacred, having a spacious mind and always moving towards your desire, the main ingredients to a fulfilling creative life...

walking a lighted path
walking a lighted path

The River Flow Tote Bag

River by Mary Oliver The river Of my childhood, That tumbled Down a passage of rocks And cut-work ferns, Came here and there To the swirl And slowdown Of a pool And I say myself- Oh, clearly- As I knelt at one- Then I saw myself As if carried away, As the river moved on. Where have I gone? Since then I have looked and looked For myself, Not sure Who I am, or where, Or, more importantly, why. It’s okay- I have had a wonderful life. Still, I ponder Where that other is- Where I landed, What I thought, what I did, What small or even maybe meaningful deeds I might have accomplished Somewhere Among strangers, Coming to them As only a river can- Touching every life it meets- That endlessly kind, that enduring

One of my favorite mid century prints that I have treasured for years and years, it speaks to me in so many ways, as Mary Oliver does, the poetry is in the print as it flows out and swirls about, like a graceful river, in all it's beautiful muted colors of nature.

available here

River Flow Tote Bag - Front View
River Flow Tote Bag - Front View
River Flow Tote Bag - Front Body
River Flow Tote Bag - Front Body