Updated: Feb 3, 2019
This poem was gifted to me today by a beautiful soul during a walk in the Colorado mountains. It resonated deeply. Just the right time to feel into this. There are no coincidences in the timing of what we receive. So now I gift it to you.
Today By Mary Oliver
Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word. I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off. Quiet as a feather. I hardly move though really I’m traveling a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors into the temple.