Hello My Field Daisies

daisy-field

Hello my field daisies!

So I think I have some explaining to do. Since the start of this blog, I have always began my posts with this greeting without really explaining why.

If you read my about me, you’ll find I start it with this quote:

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

-Mary Oliver “When Death Comes”

My love for poetry began in high school when I did Poetry Out Loud for two years. POL is basically a poetry recitation competition. I had to pick three poems to memorize and figure out the right intonations to convey the meaning of the lines. Since then, I have had a deep infatuation with everything poetic. If you are one of those people who think poetry should be left to snapping beatniks in black turtlenecks, think about some of your favorite songs, and you’re guaranteed to find some poetry within the lyrics.

The phrase field daisies also comes from Mary Oliver’s “When Death Comes.” Below is the section I am referring to, but click on here if you want to read the whole poem.

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

So yes I think of each of my readers as a daisy in a field of daisies. Whenever I start my blog with “hello my field daisies,” I really should say “hello my fellow field daisies” because I consider myself a field daisy as well. The phrase just humbles me and puts my life in perspective with the hundreds upon hundreds of other lives out there. I love how Mary Oliver talks about the commonality and the uniqueness of each little daisy. We all tend to have an egocentric view on the world, thinking our problems are so critical and significant, but in actuality our life is a drop in the ocean. Do you know what goes between your birthdate and date of death on a tombstone? Nothing but a hyphen. Mine would read something like this:

Daisy Dai

1994-????

 However that doesn’t mean our life is meaningless. If I were in a field of daisies, I could pick up each one and see something beautiful and different. No two flowers are exactly the same just as no two people share the same life. That’s how intricate our universe is.

I always end my posts with “Hope you have a daisyish day.”

That’s just a pun on my name. My username for all my social media is daisyish and my last name is dai (pronounced die, but some people say day). I suppose it is a bit egotistical to use my name as my good bye, but I like to think of it as the signature on the bottom of a letter.

Anyway that’s it for today my fellow field daisies. Just thought I would enlighten you with your origin. I hope to do more posts about poetry as well.

Love ya’ll and thanks for reading!

Hope you have a daisyish day 🙂

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