Mindful today

I hate to admit it, but I seem to have lost the research article I printed out on the benefits of blossoms, thus I am unable to comment on it yet. Once again, I 'get' to find some humor in my forgetfulness and the small irritations of everyday.
The everyday has obvious delights as well though: just a few minutes ago our cat Mona did her jump-to-the-top-of-the-door feat, that always makes me smile (well, almost always; I guess I'm not smiling when I see gouges in the wood from her claws...).

I appreciate, in this poem, the gentle reminder to find joy in all of life, mindfully and gladly present in this day.

Mindful

Every day
I see or I hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light
It is what I was born for -
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world --
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant--
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these --
the untrimmable light
of the world,
ocean's shine
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
--Mary Oliver