Fourth Poem

Mary Oliver, Breakage

Breakage

By Mary Oliver

I go down to the edge of the sea.
How everything shines in the morning light!
The cusp of the whelk,
the broken cupboard of the clam,
the opened, blue mussels,
moon snails, pale pink and barnacle scarred—
and nothing at all whole or shut, but tattered, split,
dropped by the gulls onto the gray rocks and all the moisture gone.
It’s like a schoolhouse
of little words,
thousands of words.
First you figure out what each one means by itself,
the jingle, the periwinkle, the scallop
       full of moonlight.

Then you begin, slowly, to read the whole story.

Third poem I’m working on memorizing

Meditations on Statistical Method

I should note, as a serial hobbyist, that this is the first hobby I’ve ever had that doesn’t involve the purchase and use of lots of gear. Mixed feelings.

Meditation on Statistical Method

By J. V. Cunningham

Plato, despair!
We prove by norms
How numbers bear
Empiric forms,

How random wrong
Will average right
If time be long
And error slight,

But in our hearts
Hyperbole
Curves and departs
To infinity.

Error is boundless.
Nor hope nor doubt,
Though both be groundless,
Will average out.

Eight Million Ways to Happiness

I liked this book a lot. Want an example of how to combine personal experiences with research? Read this one.

I was churning on several quotes. I’ll start with this one:

Kuyo even inflects the way we speak. In Japan it is unthinkable to begin a meal without saying “itadakimasu” — a word that means “humbly receiving with gratitude,” but note the lack of a specific subject. We are receiving the food from whomever prepared it, but also from whoever cultivated it, and finally whatever sacrificed itself so that we could have it. “Itadakimasu” reminds us of the invisible web of relationships upon which we rely to live.”

Shrine dancing made me realize that the person driving myself into that corner wasn’t really a monster, but me. Our own hopes and desires fuel our fears and anxieties. Like Susanolo, all of us are double-edged swords. The one telling me you aren’t good enough was me. Such a simple phrase, yet with such power to thwart and bind, almost like a magical spell. It made me start wondering how many times I’d sabotaged myself with it, how many opportunities I’d missed.

There’s a famous quote that sometimes doing your best isn’t good enough. But my my dance at the shrine taught me that isn’t right at all. Doing your best is good enough — and whatever happens beyond that is in kami territory. Once you’ve done your best to prepare, there’s no good or bad, pass or fail. There’s just doing — meaning that whatever happens will be a new experience, and experiences, both positive and negative, are the real currency of our lives.

Yoda, Hiroko. Eight Million Ways to Happiness: Wisdom for Inspiration and Healing from the Heart of Japan. Tiny Reparations Books, 2025.