I start this day with the words from Mary Oliver’s poem “Sometimes”.
Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.
And she did.
It’s still dark here at 6:15. In summer, it would have been light long ago. What am I meant to do with the silence, the integration of darkness with the coffee I sip, and all that brings coffee, connection and warmth to me?
I sit with Ajahn Chah’s words, “Even chickens sit.”
And so I sit with the image of my roost and the eggs that need protecting in the rhythm of my heart.
