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,
a few words together and
don’t try to make them elaborate,
this isn’t a contest
but the doorway
and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
~Mary Oliver, “Praying”
I’ve shared Mary Oliver poetry before…I love, love, love her poetry, and this one seemed such a simple reminder.
Pay attention, be silent, listen, look up.
Take a moment to notice the beauty all around us. Pay attention.
All you need is already inside you – just look for it.
This post was inspired by writealm.com’s prompt-a-day for September |inside me|
Jennifer Wolfe is a mom and middle school teacher who loves nothing more than watching kids be brave, courageous and navigate the world. Travel along with her as she attempts to simultaneously slow down and speed up time by trusting fate and the global community to teach us life’s lessons.
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