Hello my field daisies!
If you are new to my website, welcome! You must be very confused as to why I am calling you a field daisy. Let me explain.
My intro 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 you as a daisy in a field of daisies. Whenever I start my posts 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 millions upon millions 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 of the world, thinking our problems are so critical and significant, but in actuality, our life is one flower in the field of flowers called humanity.
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. We are not special and special at the same time.
I also say hello my field daisies as a reminder to myself about the end of When Death Comes, which goes like this:
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.
I often struggle with living with no regrets and being afraid of death because I haven’t made something of myself yet. The concept of “field daisies” reminds me my life is precious no matter what stage it is in, and everyone else’s lives are precious as well. I hope when you hear these two words you’re reminded of that too.
I always end my posts with “Hope you have a daisyish day.” Ironically daisyish is a phrase I came up with on a whim as I was frantically trying to pick a Twitter handle. It’s now my handle on everything, including life. I hope when you hear the phrase “daisyish days,” you treat every day and every life as if they were precious. Everyone deserves a daisyish day.
Love ya’ll and thanks for reading!
Hope you have a daisyish day 🙂