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Mindful by Mary Oliver Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light. It is what I was born for-- to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world-- to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation. Nor am I talking about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant-- but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab the daily presentations. Oh, good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as these-- the untrimmable light of the world, the ocean’s shine, the prayers that are made out of grass? Dana Wyss Healing Arts Breathe deeply, practice often, be well. http://www.danawyss.com/
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