yeah, yeah

I'll blog!...
I heard, in no uncertain terms, (wink) that I was supposed to write a new blog entry, so, here it is! aren't you thrilled?! I've been the usual busy, with the new school year (which is going great!), and with Counterpoint concerts coming up, and E & L playing soccer, and laundry and bills, and, of course, World of Warcraft (Gaack is level 60, and very uber...), and, and... things are good!
anyway, a friend shared a wonderful poem, by my favorite poet, Mary Oliver, so I thought I would post it. I'm probably breaking some sort of copyright law, but I'll take it down if I need to. it is an amazing poem, so musical, and packed with such imagery, it is nearly a meta-poem in my mind. full. incredible. to be read over and over again.

Landscape

Isn't it plain the sheets of moss, except that
they have no tongues, could lecture
all day if they wanted about

spiritual patience? Isn't it clear
the black oaks along the path are standing
as though they were the most fragile of flowers?

Every morning I walk like this around
the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart
ever close, I am as good as dead.

Every morning, so far, I'm alive. And now
the crows break off from the rest of the darkness
and burst up into the sky---as though

all night they had thought of what they would like
their lives to be, and imagined
their strong, thick wings.

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