Jump Into The Sunset

Phew! I really allowed this week to bowl me over. Enough of the tough stuff - on to times unfettered by the triviality of the daily grind. I long to break free from the current patterns of this life and jump into the sunset, letting the warm rays and freedom of my limbs set my soul afire once more. I am thankful for the coming weekend where I can focus on the bright side of life. I hope everyone can do the same! Happy weekend, dear friends!

Here's a lovely summer poem by Mary Oliver:

The Summer Day

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 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?

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