{"id":8165,"date":"2022-12-12T16:34:54","date_gmt":"2022-12-12T23:34:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=8165"},"modified":"2022-12-12T16:34:54","modified_gmt":"2022-12-12T23:34:54","slug":"mary-oliver-halleluiah","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2022\/12\/12\/mary-oliver-halleluiah\/","title":{"rendered":"Mary Oliver – Halleluiah"},"content":{"rendered":"

Halleluiah
\nby Mary Oliver<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Everyone should be born into this world happy
\nand loving everything.
\nBut in truth it rarely works that way.
\nFor myself, I have spent my life clamoring toward it.
\nHalleluiah, anyway I\u2019m not where I started!<\/p>\n

And have you too been trudging like that, sometimes
\nalmost forgetting how wondrous the world is
\nand how miraculously kind some people can be?
\nAnd have you too decided that probably nothing important
\nis ever easy?
\nNot, say, for the first sixty years.<\/p>\n

Halleluiah, I\u2019m sixty now, and even a little more,
\nand some days I feel I have wings.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a> \u2014 from Evidence: Poems<\/a>, by Mary Oliver<\/font><\/p>\n


\/ Image by disignecologist<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

This is a rare Monday poem. It has been a few weeks since my last email, so I wanted to reach out, especially as we move through the winter holidays.<\/p>\n

The reason I haven\u2019t sent any emails recently is that I have been juggling a lot to help my wife create a new website for her work. I don\u2019t recall if I\u2019ve mentioned it before, but my wife, Michele Anderson, has been in semi-retirement for the past ten years while she cared for her ailing mother until her death a couple of years ago. My wife\u2019s mother refused most care except for what my wife herself could provide. With few other options, that forced her into the difficult choice of having to put her career of more than 20 years on hold to give her mother the care she needed in the final years of her life.<\/p>\n

As those of you who have cared for a sick or dying relative know, few things are more difficult. Being a caregiver is isolating, exhausting, and often unpleasant. The person dying has their own inner struggles reconciling their life and confronting their own mortality, sometimes without mental clarity, which can leave them frightened and angry. Trying to be of service in those moments can be a demanding, all-consuming responsibility. But, through the difficulties and the frequent crises, there can also be profound moments of connection, shared insight, and life resolution.<\/p>\n

I am humbled by the strength Michele has shown through this period.<\/p>\n

During that difficult time, I helped my wife and her mother in the ways I could. The key contribution I made was that I necessarily became the primary and sometimes sole income provider for our family. Not an easy role for a poet! Not an easy role for someone who deals with chronic fatigue patterns, either. I increased my hours as a computer programmer as much as I could, but the balance has been a struggle. You may not have known it, but your donations and purchase of Poetry Chaikhana books in recent years has been a big help through this period.<\/p>\n

As a result of these heightened work requirements, I have not always been as regular as I would like with the Poetry Chaikhana emails. I haven\u2019t been able to maintain and update the website much through this time. I haven\u2019t pursued the publishing projects I would like. I have left too many of your emails to me unanswered. I hope to shift my energies and focus back to the Poetry Chaikhana in the coming months.<\/p>\n

After the passing of my wife\u2019s mother, there was naturally a period of grief and recovery. This was during the height of Covid, so the sense of isolation continued. As you know, a few months ago we decided to move from Colorado back to our home state of Oregon. We wanted to reconnect with extended family and also with the land where we feel our roots, where we feel a deep ancestral energy.<\/p>\n

Now that we are settling in, Michele is preparing to return to her work as a life coach. She has a genuine gift for working with people, in ways that leave me, as a shy person, amazed. Michele has the most surprising and meaningful conversations with people in the checkout lines of grocery stores. I have sat by her side at a restaurant when she randomly told the waitress, \u201cYou would make a great actress! Have you ever considered acting?\u201d To which the waitress replied, \u201cWow. I can\u2019t tell you how much that means to me! I am studying acting.\u201d My wife connects with people in magical ways. <\/p>\n

Michele is a natural wise woman, an intuitive, an artist, a shaman, who continuously inspires me and frequently challenges me too. I am so pleased that she will once again be sharing her gifts with the world.<\/p>\n

For that reason, we have been pushing hard, since before our move, in fact, to put together a new website that represents this new phase in her work.<\/p>\n

I realize this doesn\u2019t have much directly to do with poetry, but I wanted to share with you what has been a major focus in my life in recent months.<\/p>\n

If you are curious, I invite you to visit my wife\u2019s new site:<\/p>\n

www.michelemanderson.com<\/a><\/center><\/strong><\/p>\n

Explore. Check out the blog. Michele recently posted an article about her experiences with art therapy<\/a>, something that might appeal to this creative crowd.<\/p>\n

When you are on the site send Michele a note through the Contact page to wish her well and let her know what you think of the new site. <\/p>\n

Of course, if you\u2019re looking for a life coach, someone to be a personal advocate, sounding board, and mentor, I certainly recommend her highly! I may be biased, I admit it, but I have watched her work with people since the 90s and I am still impressed by how deep and transformative her work is.<\/p>\n

I wanted to share this moment of celebration in our household with you.<\/p>\n

I hope you are having a wonderful day!<\/p>\n


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<\/a>Recommended Books: Mary Oliver<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n\n

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<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
New and Selected Poems<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nWhy I Wake Early<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nDream Work<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nHouse of Light<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nThirst: Poems<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
More Books >><\/a><\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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\n<\/p>\n\n\n
\n\"Mary<\/a>\n<\/td>\n\nMary Oliver<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

US (1935 \u2013 2019) Timeline<\/a>
\nSecular or Eclectic<\/a><\/a>
\n<\/a><\/a><\/em>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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Mary Oliver was born in Cleveland, Ohio in 1935.<\/p>\n

As a young writer, Mary Oliver was influenced by Edna St. Vincent Millay and, in fact, as a teenager briefly lived in the home of the recently deceased Millay, helping to organize Millay\u2019s papers.<\/p>\n

Mary Oliver attended college at Ohio State University, and later at Vassar College.<\/p>\n

Mary Oliver\u2019s poetry is deeply aware of the natural world, particularly the birds and trees and ponds of her adopted state of Massachusetts.<\/p>\n

Her collection of poetry \u201cAmerican Primitive\u201d won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1984.<\/p>\n

More poetry by Mary Oliver<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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