Several Christmases ago, I received one of those gifts that keeps on giving – a full set of Mary Oliver’s works. I still haven’t read them all. That means only there are treasures on the shelf just waiting for me to take them down and be newly awed and inspired. Today, I reached for The Truro Bear and Other Adventures. Not one essay and eleven poems in, Miss Mary caught me again. The poem was entitled “Turtle,” the story line being Ms. Oliver watching the inevitable as a turtle follows a line of soft, new brown teal chicks following their mum around a pond’s edge, while mother duck attempts to get them across the water without harm. When the inevitable becomes reality, Ms. Oliver has this to say:
…my heart will be most mournful
on their account, but listen.
except that the great and cruel mystery of the world,
of which this is a part,
not be denied.
Ms. Oliver has grown most wise in her years dedicated to
It is a more recent development in my life, this willingness to let the world be, to drop the need to slather everything with meaning such that what lies beneath is used to support my momentary needs rather than disclose its inspired truths. The mystery asks only that we remain open-hearted, and invariably, if we’re willing, it reveals how we can live fulfilled in our day-to-day struggle in a world seemingly more cruel than great.
The end of Ms. Oliver’s story has her finding on a city street in summer:
… a dusty, fouled turtle plodding along—
She then says she knew what she had to do.
I looked it right in the eyes, and I caught it—
I put it, like a small mountain range,
into a knapsack, and I took it out
of the city, and I let it
down into the dark pond,
into the cool water,
and the light of the lilies,
That’s the part of the mystery that’s fascinates me the most, noting its subtle, silent resolutions, the unimagined calm that always, I mean always, follows, even in the face of our most distressing struggles. And amazingly, whether we understand or not, we are included in its sweet, enduring comfort.
The world is not always an easy place, but it is never without wonder and, sooner or later, grace.
You are so eloquent!ReplyDelete
You are most kind. Thank you for taking the time to share in this moment and sentiment.ReplyDelete
I agree with Darlene! Great reading!ReplyDelete
We write for each other, Claude. You keep me understanding the world of economics and its implications and I tell you about the world as I see. Thank you indeed.Delete
That was beautiful Christina!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Beca. Sisters of nature that we are, isn't it marvelous how much it teaches.Delete
That it is Christina!Delete
Ahhhh the indwellling Spiritual Truths wash over me here and I need this message so much today. Thank you. Like the fouled turtle, I find I can become bogged down with the wrong thinking...and want to give up. But then, some stranger with a halo, like you, comes along to tell me all is not lost, all is not in vain, and the eternality of the stars shines again , brilliantly, in MY EYES too...reflection of perfection in the skies......in the Truth: I am loved, cared for and in my wildest downside, there is always, an angel for me to lif tme out of the mud...into the sunlight. THANK YOU...and love, merriReplyDelete
Glad you stopped by, Merri. Delighted this touched you so.Delete
You are an inspiration, Christina. Thank you.ReplyDelete