It is that time of year when all of a sudden, almost in the space of a breath a discernible gap of space and stillness descends, and we have stepped over what seemed like a forever extending line of activity, to another place. It is summer, with the novelty and pleasure of balmy light filled days and warm evenings.
This short poem by Mary Oliver is a welcome reminder that we can reach for that time, space and connection now in the moment, wherever we are, regardless of the weather or the situation or circumstance in which we find ourselves.
Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
~ Mary Oliver
May you find stillness, rest and refreshment in these summer days.
See also this link for Some ‘Soul Catching’