This morning, after a friend read us this fragment of Mary Oliver’s poem, Good Morning*, we opened our favorite red Moleskine …
Bless the notebook that I always carry in
And the pen.
Bless the word with which I try to say
what I see, think, or feel.
With gratitude for the grace of the earth.
The expected and the exception, both.
For all the hours I have been given to
be in this world.
What wonders will fill (y)our notebook today?
*From the ever illuminating jewel or a book, Blue Horses, which we’ve given to many…