ten times a day


Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light." 
— Mary Oliver


Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness." 

— Mary Oliver

(recollection #4 of 36)

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