Mary Oliver has a new book coming out in October that I could not resist pre-ordering.
Boeuf, like I need more to savor in my life– I can hardly keep up with the saturation of color, sound, breeze, sweet scents, farm-grown vegetables, morning light and evening sky. There’s a new baby in town, joy — but yesterday at the park a guy made me see that Henry is not being ‘weird’ when he lags behind us– my darling boy-o has arthritis, heartache.
Life– there’s no separating out the delight from the sorrow— it’s all of a piece and you have to accept it whole — but man, it’s quite a thing. I refuse to live ahead of myself. Right now, Henry is here– always at my feet no matter how many times I get up and move about during the day– both of them, a pair of partridges are they.
Henry will be 10 in September, Daisy will be 6.
And I am going to do all I can to stay in this moment, right here, back from the park– another visit to the beach ahead of us — soft-boiled eggs on toast with a sliced garden tomato sprinkled with sea salt on the side. Fresh hot coffee with milk. Some wonderful creative projects underway.
Flowers on the porch that greet me every morning as we stumble out into the day.