Sunday 19 August 2012

Summer Daze


aimeewoodrow:

OH.MY.GOD. Beautiful.
bloombaby:

The Summer Day
Mary Oliver

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?

robot-heart:

I feel it at the very end. (by ɹǝllǝʞ ɐuoɹ)
I don't know much about praying, but if the act of attention is a form of prayer then perhaps I do after all...
It is so hot and still today I can feel the grasses sway and the whole garden throbbing.
I love the last line..."Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life"

Sarah
-x-

more pics here

Tuesday 7 August 2012

Super Saturday

My mind is whirling zoetrope, chock full of sporting images. 
I have witnessed real life super-human endeavour, and it is breathtaking.
The Olympics really is the Greatest Show on Earth and the Olympic Park isn't bad either!
...and all the while I kept thinking how great this park will be long after the Olympics and marvelling at the flowers, all those nodding heads...thinking of Sarah Raven's Rivers of Flowers....corridors of wild flowers in our towns and cities...

 Phew, no words really....just a jumble of memories and feelings.

On the way home we met these lovely ladies! Such fun!
 -x-