Hi ya'll. I am in a tizzy. Actually, as you read this, I am probably up in the air somewhere because my flight to New York Cit-ay left this morning at 6am. Ugh. This week at work I had masses to do, but felt totally distracted by my excitement about the wedding on Saturday! I did accomplish all that I needed to get done, which makes me feel like I can really and truly enjoy myself.
This week's inspiration has relied heavily on my fellow bloggers! Thanks to Roxy's blog, I found out about this great new to me blog: note to self. I was looking through some of the lovely posts, and I noticed this quotation at the bottom of the page:
Mary Oliver fan. She is a wise woman. (Remember her poem here?)
This weekend, I plan to do just that. I will pay attention, be astonished, and you better believe I'll tell you all about it when I get back! In honor of the love we are about to celebrate, and because Mary Oliver is a poet, I offer you this favorite love poem of mine.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.