Friday, July 22, 2011

Mornings at Blackwater

by Mary Oliver

For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.

And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.

What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
darling citizen.

So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,

and put your lips to the world.
And live
your life.

I love this poem by Mary Oliver from her book, Red Bird. I have read it every day this week while I have been away and plan to post it on my vanity when I return home. I hope it inspires you to live in the present as it has done for me.

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