I am trying to be a human being today. For the moment I am succeeding. I am writing my blog and I am in the moment and there is no where else I am thinking about going. There is no one else I am thinking about becoming. There is nothing else I am thinking about doing. I am just me doing my thing. This morning was a different story though. I woke up inside of my to-do list, and started thinking about all the things I want to do to be the person I want to be. I rode my bike right over the Rogue River thinking about my destination instead of its beauty. The Rogue River! It is one of the most beautiful rivers I have ever seen and I rode over it and past it’s offer to help me simply be a human being and not a human doing. I will not get frustrated with myself though, mindfulness is a practice, so I will keep practicing and notice and feel gratitude for moments of grace like the one I am in now.
Every day I see or hear something that more or less
kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle
in the haystack of light. It was what I was born for – to look, to listen,
to lose myself inside this soft world – to instruct myself over and over
in joy, and acclamation. Nor am I talking about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant – but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations. Oh, good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help
but grow wise with such teachings as these – the untrimmable light
of the world, the ocean’s shine, the prayers that are made out of grass?
~ Mary Oliver ~