An excerpt from Mary Oliver’s poem The Summer Day which I found especially fitting this morning and wanted to share with you:

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?

You can read the full poem via the Library of Congress website here 🙂

Blessings to you ~ EK