Everything That Was Broken – January 18 2019

Everything that was broken has
forgotten its brokenness. I live
now in a sky-house, through every 
window the sun. Also your presence.
Our touching, our stories. Earthy
and holy both. How can this be, but 
it is. Every day has something in 
it whose name is Forever.
Mary Oliver, Everything That was Broken,
from the collection FELICITY
 
In memory of Mary Oliver, September 10, 1935 – January 17, 2019
 
 
Earthy
and holy both. How can this be, but 
it is.
 
Like her poetry: earthy and holy both. And this observation: evidence of a life well-lived. Not one or the other, but earthy and holy both. Not demonizing our human-ness, nor exalting the idea of divinity. Rather seeing/knowing that the job of being a human involves seeing the holy in all things at all times. Even in ourselves. Even though we come from brokenness.
 
Like a modern day Blake:
 
To see a World in a Grain of Sand 
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower 
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand 
And Eternity in an hour
 
Reminding us that there is no separation. There is no place to get to. It is here. We are here.
 
Every day has something in 
it whose name is Forever.
 
Today I will become present to what is, knowing that ‘what is’ can be made of nothing but the divine.
 
Mustangs, Crow Indian Reservation, Montana

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