Two Tiny Red Mushrooms

Two tiny red mushrooms.

I noticed these two tiny red mushrooms a few feet off the driveway the other morning, on my walk. The bigger one was maybe two inches tall, if that. Beautiful and perfect, don't you think?

I continue to enjoy Mary Oliver’s poetry. Gratitude to Becky for sharing her with me. I confess I’ve never been one for poetry. Or so I thought. Ms. Oliver’s poetry resonates with me, and has piqued my interest in reading more poetry, and maybe writing more of my own.

Today I’m sharing Mary Oliver's poem called “Mindful.”  I hope you enjoy. Wishing you well.

~Pat

Mindful

by Mary Oliver

from New and Seletected Poems, Volume II

Every day

I see or I hear

something

that more or less

kills me

with delight,

that leaves me

like a needle

in the haystack

of light.

It is what I was born for -

to look, to listen,

to lose myself

inside this soft world -

to instruct myself

over and over

in joy,

and acclamation.

Nor am I talking

about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,

the very extravagant -

but of the ordinary,

the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.

Oh, good scholar,

I say to myself,

how can you help

but grow wise

with such teachings

as these -

the untrimmable light

of the world,

the ocean's shine,

the prayers that are made

out of grass?