It's not summer yet; this photo is not of a grasshopper, and Gottfried didn't take this one. But it's always the right season for this favourite poem of mine and the dragonfly is a good substitute, captured by my son Rob's friend Mike L on a hiking trip to Marble Meadows in Strathcona Park, last year. Thanks to Chuck for reminding me how much I love the poet Mary Oliver. If you want to look at an amazing blog and website that reminds us of how important our "one wild and precious life," is take a look at Patti Digh's blog 37 Days and a great website The To Do Institute (pronounced toh doh) I am known to shamelessly introduce and promote the work of my friends, old and new. Enjoy the introductions and your day. As always, Trudy
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
- Mary Oliver in New and Selected Poems (Boston:
Beacon Press) 1992