The Way We Long To Be

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“I had a dog
who loved flowers.
Briskly she went
through the fields,
…and easily
she adored
every blossom

not in the serious
careful way
that we choose
this blossom or that blossom

the way we praise or don’t praise –
the way we love
or don’t love –
but the way

we long to be –
that happy
in the heaven of earth –
that wild, that loving.”
—Mary Oliver

Why do we not feel the joie de vivre, the ebullience and fullness of every moment?  What makes us hide ourselves rather than join the walk in the garden in the cool of the day? What makes us choose this blossom or that, this tree or that, this fruit or that, judging good, better and best?  What has happened to wild loving appreciation of the heaven of earth?

We gave it up for one taste.  Lost heaven and regretted it immediately.

Now joie de vivre awaits, beyond this, above this.  Invited, all expenses paid, unearned, back to the way we long to be.

It’s loving that wild.