I Worried, Mary Oliver

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February 18th, 2020
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I know I'm not alone in finding peace in the works of Mary Oliver.

This beautiful piece, from the pages of her classic collection, Devotions, resonates deeply and I hope it compels you to go out into the morning and sing.

- KG

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers

flow in the right firection, will the earth turn

as it was taught, and if not, how shall

I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,

can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows

can do it and I am, well,

hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,

am I going to get rheumatism,

lockjaw, demtentia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.

And I gave it up. And took my old body

and went out into the morning,

and sang.

From the Mary Oliver collection of poems Devotions.

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    In Closing

    Where does worry show up in your life?

    What one thing can you do in those moments to pull yourself out?

    Warmly,