Kills Me With Delight

Just a Mary Oliver kinda week. Love her.

Mindful

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 was 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?

~ Mary Oliver ~

So beautiful.

With that, a handful of simple moments this week that mean the world.

After 2 months, I finally picked up Kaya’s art from the art studio which just so happened to match her new Angry Birds Space tshirt. In our house, Angry Birds + Space + Pink = Outta This World Awesomeness!

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Bal to Brennyn “What do you think that cloud looks like B?”

“Mmmmm, probably…” pauses for dramatic effect,

“SCOOBY DOO!”

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I found 2 sticky notes on the girls bedroom window that Kaya wrote. One says,

“To fendshep,
Love B and Kaya”

I don’t know what they were doing or why, but writing to friendship has to be a good thing!

The other says,

2012 We played baby. Seems she likes to document things much as her mommy does.

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Brennyn’s family portrait under the sun

Ah yes, ‘it was what I was born for –
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world –
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy.’