Even a wounded world is feeding us.

Even a wounded world holds us,

giving us moments of wonder and joy.

I choose joy over despair.

Not because I have my head in the sand,

but because joy is what the earth gives me daily,

and I must return the gift.

~Robin Wall Kimmerer

what will I savor today?

inquiry for today~ and how will you know?

how blue are you?

Last night

the rain

spoke to me

slowly, saying,

what joy

to come falling

out of the brisk cloud,

to be happy again

in a new way

on the earth!

That’s what it said

as it dropped,

smelling of iron,

and vanished

like a dream of the ocean

into the branches

and the grass below.

Then it was over.

The sky cleared.

I was standing

under a tree.

The tree was a tree

with happy leaves,

and I was myself,

and there were stars in the sky

that were also themselves

at the moment,

at which moment

my right hand

was holding my left hand

which was holding the tree

which was filled with stars

and the soft rain—

imagine! imagine!

the wild and wondrous journeys

still to be ours.

~Mary Oliver