WHAT MORE OR LESS KILLS YOU WITH DELIGHT?

I had several beautiful images

ready for this post .....

and then I discovered Lenny's little boats.

They need their own post!

Don't you agree?

Do you remember making little boats

from sticks and seed pods

and trying to float them in rock pools

or down stream?

Some were successful but most not.

Lenny has the magic touch!

".... whenever I'm near water, I'll beach comb for bits of wood, feather or anything else that appeals and make some boats.

I usually stick to a loose set of rules for each construction that vary occasionally, depending on how lazy I feel - eg. I might only build the boat out of stuff that is within reach when I'm sitting down, or I might restrict the use of tools (usually a penknife)" - Lenny

See Lenny's whole series of little boats on Flickr, here.

MINDFUL by Mary Oliver

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.

It was what I was born for -

to look, to listen,

to lose myself

inside this soft world -

to instruct myself

over and over

in joy,

and acclamation.

Nor am I talking

about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,

the very extravagant -

but of ordinary,

the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.

Oh, good scholar,

I say to myself,

how can you help

but grow wise

with such teachings

as these -

the untrimmable light

of the world,

the ocean's shine,

the prayers that are made

out of grass?

~Mary Oliver~

(Why I wake early)