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.
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,
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
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,
From the Mary Oliver collection of poems Devotions.
Where does worry show up in your life?
What one thing can you do in those moments to pull yourself out?