I have been taking time each morning for myself.
On the couch, with my knitting... and my magic journals.
Dreaming and Thinking and Planning.
It's a powerful thing, what comes from taking this time for myself. It's not just about making things happen, it also calms me (I am not known for my calmness, haha), and stills the voices in my head.
We have been working on our Vision and Mission for our farm. Trying to focus on a few of the kajillion ideas we have. Figuring out a plan of action. It's overwhelming at times, hard to see the end anywhere in site. It's good to keep the big picture in mind, and focus on WHY we are doing this.
This poem from Mary Oliver came back to me today~
The Summer Day
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?
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?
It sums up our vision and mission.
Good stuff.
© 2011 Eve Hanlin
After my Dreaming session, an email plunked into my inbox from Ali Edwards... her 52 Creative Lifts that come once a week.
This is Week 21, entitled Declare a Dreaming Day, written by Tracey Clark.
I love confirmations, and this email was just that,
to keep on with the Dreaming and Thinking and Planning time.
Even when it's hard to find an hour or a day to do so...
This is Week 21, entitled Declare a Dreaming Day, written by Tracey Clark.
I love confirmations, and this email was just that,
to keep on with the Dreaming and Thinking and Planning time.
Even when it's hard to find an hour or a day to do so...
