Perhaps because I connect with my pagan roots, this day after the winter solstice, begins a new year for me.
I’m on the ninth floor of an eleven story hotel looking out over Silicon Valley in the rain.
I wake at four and open Mary Oliver’s wonderful book, Owls and Other Fantasies, which I highly recommend.
She begins with this quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson from “May-Day”, which invites me to simmer in myself that perhaps each day is a day to ask, “May I”, as I feel into what answers my needs.
Beloved of children, bards and Spring,
O birds, your perfect virtues bring.
Your song, your forms, your rhythmic flight,
Your manners for the heart’s delight.
Oliver’s whole book invites us into presence and the revelation of transformation that is death, but one essay in particular, “Bird” tells of her rescue of a gull, and what she, and therefore we, learn from the life and transition of this bird.
Oddly, this posted first on my Breast Strokes blog. Perhaps, it, too, asks for acknowledgment and reception of light.