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?

—Mary Oliver

NEWBORN - ECC

Unnamed and unknown,

Yet full of potential.

 

Life is waiting

For your arrival.

 

You grow exponentially 

Within one I know.

 

What color are your eyes?

What shape is your nose?

 

Will you be outgoing like him

And precise like her?

 

Many faces are to be met

And voices are to be heard.

-

You present your awakening cry,

Booming through the room.

9:59 am

04.21.2015


NEWBORN - ECC was written by my oldest niece Lindzi Marie Printz in honor of the birth of our first son.  Two of the most beautiful presents I have Ever received.

Lorde Yeezus

Still a huge fan of Wait What.

Life

“What if you wake up some day, and you’re 65… and you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life?”
– Anne Lamott