Every day
I see or I hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
from Mindful by Mary Oliver
MARY ANN MOSS
MARY ANN MOSS
Every day
I see or I hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
from Mindful by Mary Oliver
What an incredible image to imagine….I’m snuggling into that deep haystack right now…..and what beautiful images you have used to illustrate the words.
Do you know the name of the yellow succulent? I just photographed one in Mexico and did a sketch. Some thought it was a bunch of bananas!
ohhh, man, I love Mary Oliver’s words and your images!
you…
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my haystack of light
xox – eb.
i am facinated every time i see your silhouettes in your journal. I would be facinated to know how you make them!
lovely poem! I’ve enjoyed your past post on beads of water…and the deep listening. All of this just conjures up creative thoughts! Thank you.
Gorgeous! I love Mary Oliver, and your photos have captured this poem in a most lovely way. Well done!