It’s been a tough month for losses – Aretha Franklin, Kofi Annan, John McCain. So many more.
It’s been a tough year for losses – Anthony Bourdain, Kate Spade, Barbara Bush, Stephen Hawking. So many more.
You could fill in any unit of time and any length of list and the statement would still be true – a day of losses, a year of losses, a century of losses.
All of which begs the question so perfectly put my Mary Oliver,
I first saw this quote alone, cut off from its body of a poem, and it felt demanding, urgent, anxious. But read below – it’s a whole different type of urgency, the urgency of learning how to be idle and blessed.
It need not be something grand that honors life, but rather something great. There is greatness in growing a perfect summer tomato, or taking a friend to tea, or swinging in a hammock reveling in the last rays of summer, or watching a grasshopper’s jaws go back and forth.
Dear honeybees, in honor of all those losses, in honor of this wonderful life — with an Oliver-y kind of urgency, let’s do something wild and precious today.