I'm Feeling Fabulous, Possibly too much so, but I Love It
It's spring and Mockingbird is teaching himself
new ways to celebrate.
If you can imagine that - that gutsy talker.
And the sky is painting itself a brand-new
robust blue
plenty of which is spilling into the pond.
I don't weigh very much, but right now
I weigh nothing.
And my mind is, I guess you would say, compounded.
One voice is saying, The pond never looked
this blue before.
Another voice says, There couldn't be a more
splendid world, and here I am
existing in it.
I think, just for the joy of it, I'll fly.
I believe I could.
And yet another voice says, Can we come down
from the clouds now?
And some other voice answers, Okay.
But only for a while.
~ Mary Oliver, from Blue Horses
Joy freed from the bond of earth's slumber
rushes into numberless leaves,
and dances in the air for a day.
~ Rabindranath Tagore, from Fireflies
lightens my heart and gives me a new song.
Happy Springtime and Easter, dear friends!
*pictures are from my home this spring/Easter season.
The doll in the last picture scares my grandson, so I must hide it before he comes to visit. I love her. She came from a doll museum I once visited many years ago.
