I don’t want to live a small life.
Open your eyes, open your hands.
I have just come from the berry fields,
the sun kissing me with its golden mouth all the way
(open your hands) and the wind-winged clouds
following along thinking perhaps I might
but no I carry these heart-shapes only to you.
Look how many small
but so sweet and maybe the last gift
I will bring to anyone in this
world of hope and risk, so do
Look at me.
Open your life, open your hands.
~ Mary Oliver
This thoughtful poem about taking risks and living life openly by Mary Oliver found its way to me via A First Sip. It brought back memories of berry picking when my kids were little, gazing up at the sky and marveling at the minuteness of our existence when we’ve traveled through the lush and isolated mountains of Nicaragua.