Drifting

There are different kinds of thinking.

Mary Oliver captures one particular kind in her poem ‘Drifting’:

“It’s wonderful to walk along like that,

thought not the usual intention to reach an answer

but merely drifting.

Like clouds that only seem weightless

but of course are not…”

We could not live without the clouds that drift through our skies.

And we need different types of thinking other than logical reason – ‘drifting’ thoughts can be just as valuable and “really important”as Mary Oliver goes on to say.

I wrote this poem after being inspired by the sky and the clouds – they also seemed to speak to me.

Sky speaks to me

wind whispers her breezes

.

Clouds move inside my mind

and all this seems good:

.

I have seen the invisible

qualities of God

.

And I

have understood.

Emerging from the Mist

This week, the Wrekin – that beautiful distinctive hill of Shropshire photographed here – was crowned by cloud and mist. It was something beautiful but indistinct.

Just as life sometimes is so confusing, so disorientating, such a muddle.

The end of the day can be an opportunity to discover the meaning of the day. Was it in a beautiful sight? Was it in a precious relationship? Was it in a powerful moment of experience? Was it a day without anything special, just the usual, wonderful gift of life?

Isn’t life good when we have had a meaningful day?

What causes you confusion in life

And what brings you meaning ?

The Wrekin, Shropshire, May 2021