Over the next few days, I'll share with you a few of the readings our mindfulness teacher shared with us during our weekly sessions and the day-long retreat. Whether you have been through the program or not, I bet they'll speak to you in some way.
Mornings at Blackwater
by Mary Oliver in Red Bird
For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.
And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.
What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what will be, darling citizen.
So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
and put your lips to the world.
And live
your life.
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