Being Frisky

This past Friday I had the privilege of attending the 2011 Hospice Austin Volunteer Appreciation Luncheon which is such a blessing.  The following Mary Oliver poem called Prayer was read, and it spoke to me.  Perhaps it will speak to you. 

May we always be frisky … Melody

Mary Oliver

May I never not be frisky,
May I never not be risque.

May my ashes, when you have them, friend,
and give them to the ocean,

leap in the froth of the waves,
still loving movement,

still ready, beyond all else,
to dance for the world.


Coming upon the heels of Mother’s Day in which I was especially remembering my own  mother, grandmothers, aunts and others, this week marks the 2011 National Nursing Home Week.  I hope you will take a few minutes especially this week to thank those with whom you come into contact who care for people at all stages of their lives, including in nursing homes, hospitals, clinics, hospice care centers, and the like.  We are fortunate to have such wonderful and caring people who lighten our loads all around us. 

Many blessings, Melody