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.
~Mary Oliver “Today” from A Thousand Mornings
Some days warrant stillness.
This week echoed loud with ruckus and noise — much too overwhelming and nearly deafening.
Today we should seek to be quiet as a feather, silently in place, not saying a word.
We might actually begin to listen again. We might hear each other again.
A funny thing about feathers: alone, each one is mere fluff.
Together — feathers create lift and power, the strength and will to soar beyond the tether of gravity and the pull of our flawed mortality.
Joined and united, we can rise above and fly as far as our life and breath can take us.
May peace be still.
thank you to the poultry of the Northwest Washington Fair in Lynden for holding still long enough to capture their brilliant plumage.
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