mav scb June 23, 2017 As usual, a moment to pause and honor my favorite day, the summer solstice, with a poem by another favorite, Mary Oliver. Enjoy! xo, MAV p.s. Stephanie and I have decided to focus our efforts in this space on our Friday posts so starting next week we will just be posting here on Fridays. This might be for a while or it might be for longer. Just know that we still love what we do here and we love connecting with you in this “old fashioned” way. See you next Friday! Happy Summer Solstice (to those in this hemisphere)! The Summer Day by Mary Oliver Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean— the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down— who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? Share TWITTER FACEBOOK TUMBLR PINTEREST EMAIL