Reflections on Mary Oliver, Every morning so far I am alive

Originally Posted: Monday, July 3, 2017


Reflections on Mary Oliver, Every morning so far I am alive


What does it mean to be alive this morning, to be rooted in my body?

This body with its aches and pains, the sore back, aching neck, and swollen fingers,

this body with its too much fat,

too short,

too frizzy,

too flabby,

this body which will wear out much too soon,

this body is what makes me alive.

What if I love my body in all its aliveness?

What if I love my hair,

each frizzy strand of it?

What if I love my stomach,

which reminds me of what I ate

long after I am done?

What if I love my fingers, short, stubby, which hold my favorite pen to write these words?

What if I love my feet

which ground me in the smooth hard earth

and take me miles and miles on adventures and wanderings?

My back holds me up to see the green grass blowing in the breeze

and the gray skies reaching down to give them a kiss.

My too hot body,

too vain to remove my new wool sweater,

reminds me I am warm and cozy

and at home.



© Christine Salkin Davis, 2017

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