Mary Oliver is “far and away, country’s best selling poet”. Her work is largely based on nature and beauty, which creates joy and introspection among the readers. ( New York Times )
WATERING THE STONES
Every summer I gather a few stones from the beach and keep them in a glass bowl. Now and again I cover them with water, and they drink. There’s no question about this; I put tinfoil over the bowl, tightly, yet the water disappears. This doesn’t mean we ever have a conversation, or that they have the kind of feelings we do, yet it might mean something. Whatever the stones are, they don’t lie in the water and do nothing.
Some of my friends refuse to believe it happens, even though they’ve seen it. But a few others—I’ve seen them walking down the beach holding a few stones, and they look at them rather more closely now. Once in a while, I swear, I’ve even heard one or two of them saying “Hello.” Which, I think, does no harm to anyone or anything, does it?
Instructions for living a life.
Tell about it.
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields…
Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.
The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work,
who felt their own creative power restive and uprising,