We heard poet Mary Oliver read from her works at Benaroya Hall here in Seattle last night. The collection of poems she read spanned her entire oeuvre–an excellent selection. She read for an hour; it was such a delight to hear her work read in her own voice. Also a delight was her sense of humor, her humble good grace, her great heart.
Her relationship with the natural world, with the beauty and gift of nature itself, made me feel utterly sane. I’m not sure what I mean by that, just that I felt at ease and sane by the end of the reading. Perhaps her call to presence when breathing the sweet air of the morning, or hearing an owl at night, made me feel that there is great sanity in loving the loveliness of this planet we share. That all the flat screen tvs and ipods in the world can’t compete with the feel of the sun on your skin on a summer day.
Yes, I think that might be it.