what matters

"My work is loving the world.
Are my boots old?  Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished."

-from Messenger by Mary Oliver

So this happened a while back, but a selection from my portfolio is now up on the Writers House Art Website.  It's hard to find words to describe the feeling of seeing my name there alongside the names of SO MANY of my Picture Book heroes.  So a picture instead—

And the Mary Oliver poem in its entirety here—

Messenger

My work is loving the world.


Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—


          equal seekers of sweetness.

Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.

Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.


Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?


Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me

          keep my mind on what matters,


which is my work,


which is mostly standing still and learning to be

          astonished.


The phoebe, the delphinium.


The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.


Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,





which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart


          and these body-clothes,


a mouth with which to give shouts of joy


          to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,


telling them all, over and over, how it is


          that we live forever.

-Mary Oliver