From Ardie

Every once in a while someone sends me a wonderful gift…..this came today via e-mail from my dear friend, Ardie. Ardie should be spelled Artie because she is a gifted, playful artist…..and one of my mentors.

Her note to me:

Sharing a poem with you that our Art Group is using as inspiration for our next meeting. The poet is Mary Oliver.

At Blackwater Pond

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands, I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire, it falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?

This little jewel is pasted on my refrigerator and I find something new every time I read it. But always, a moment of softness in my day. Ardie

I want to go through my day asking myself, “What is that beautiful thing that just happened?” MA