Summer

It’s as if someone suddenly turned off the airconditioner. The days are now hot, it might as well be Summer already. I miss the chill weather of early January. Sad, I just bought new jackets and now I’m tucking them away.

And there are a lot of things that need I to do for March! I have to sketch and finish my works soon. It’s exciting and at the same time making me really nervous. Wow, finally, one of my dreams is coming true! Yey!

I’ve encountered the poetry of Mary Oliver in some magazines. I’ve copied some of them into my inspiration notebook. But here’s one that I missed and just found it on someone’s blog. I like so much, it’s for sharing.

The Summer Day

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?

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I say — just go for what you want.