I do not know what gorgeous thing

the bluebird keeps saying,

his voice easing out of his throat,

beak, body into the pink air of the early morning.

I like it whatever it is.

Sometimes it seems the only thing in the world

that is without dark thoughts.

Sometimes it seems the only thing in the world

that is without questions

that can’t and probably never will be answered,

the only thing that is entirely content with the pink,

then clear white morning and, gratefully, says so.

~Mary Oliver

never to be somewhere else….

inquiry for today~ take good care of what is right here…..

your pure aliveness….

We can’t enchant the world, which makes its own magic;

but we can enchant ourselves by paying deep attention.

~Diane Ackerman