I see or I hear
that more or less
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
— Mary Oliver from Mindful
This poem reminds me of a writing practice I try to do. Every day I reflect back on my day to see what stood out. Did I learn something new? Did I see or hear something interesting? Did someone do something that changed my day or did I do that for someone else? This practice is supposed to lead to new story ideas but has the bonus of making each day distinct and memorable in some way. Ideally, I would be able to look back at the words I’ve attached to that day and remember what happened.
Finding a moment of joy or beauty is another way of being mindful and aware of each day. Yet I mostly go through my day oblivious to the beauty that surrounds me or the opportunities to create joy. I should be overwhelmed with those moments instead of them being as rare as a needle in a haystack.
My challenge is to be mindful. To notice and live in the moment, as cliched as that sounds. It really is that easy and that difficult. So what “more or less kills me with delight” right now? I see blue morning glories, smell fresh coffee, feel the warm sunshine when I walk outside…Looks like it will be a wonderful, very full day.