Every day
I see or hear
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for –
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world –
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant –

but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings
as these –
the untrimmable light

of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

–Mary Oliver, Mindful

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I don’t actually have a tidbit today. No time. Alas. But!! I do have a picture of a pig named Hank. I met Hank yesterday on a shoot for work. He really likes Cheerios. And gave new meaning to the phrase “squeal like a pig” when his handlers tried to remove him from the set.

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And I saw these signs of spring while on a walk in Central Park this morning. Despite the frigid temps and snow flurries in the air, spring is coming!

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