Pause.

When for too long I don’t go deep enough
into the woods to see them, they begin to
enter my dreams. Yes, there they are, in the
pinewoods of my inner life. I want to live a life
full of modesty and praise. Each hoof of each
animal makes the sign of a heart as it touches
then lifts away from the ground. Unless you
believe that heaven is very near, how will you
find it? Their eyes are pools in which one
would be content, on any summer afternoon,
to swim away through the door of the world.
Then, love and its blessing. Then: heaven.

Mary Oliver. The Faces of Deer.”

May your
great ambition be
to alchemize
any ordinary moment
into pure gold
by saturating it
with your joy.

Chelan Harkin. “Saturated With Joy.” Let Us Dance.