I spent some time hanging out at the bookstore today and came across a book of poetry by Mary Oliver — A Thousand Mornings. I find poetry very attractive, but maybe find the time and effort it requires a little exhausting. This afternoon somehow each poem I flipped to in this book seemed so easily digested. I sat and read a few of the poems repeatedly. The spirit of this poem in particular touched me and it just seemed to express ideas appropriate for a new year.