Lately I've been obbssessing over the amazing growth of the corn and sunflowers in our garden. I've enjoyed watching the ears of corn appear on the stalk and love looking up at the tassel towering above my head, with a backdrop of the sky. I love this plant.
I am amazed by the sunflowers, already towering far above my head, gaining what seems like feet of growth overnight. I love watching the heads of the sunflower seeking out the daylight, leaning east in the morning, straight up in the afternoon and then to the west in the evening. Walking through the garden, it is easy to find amazement. I am reminded of this poem by Mary Oliver:
"A Bride Married to Amazement"
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it’s over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement,
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.
-Mary Oliver, from “New and Selected Poems, Volume One”