I Put A Seashell To My Ear

This is a two and one half hour film of a single stance of the ocean, a box seat to the repetitive music of waves. Enlarge to full screen and use it in a dozen ways, as background, as a visual meditation, a brief time machine to visit a memory, a vehicle for prayer, a reminder that the world is larger than you. Watch it for a moment through the eyes of a poem by Mary Oliver, from her collection A Thousand Mornings.


I go down to the shore in the morning

and depending on the hour the waves

are rolling in or moving out,

and I say, oh, I am miserable,

what shall—

what should I do?

And the sea says

in its lovely voice:

Excuse me, I have work to do.

Mary Oliver’s poems are like snow globes that hold richly woven anecdotes of the natural world and moments of intimate prayer. She has said of her references to prayer, “I think one thing is that prayer has become more useful, interesting, fruitful, and … almost involuntary in my life,” adding, “And when I talk about prayer, I mean really … what Rumi says in that wonderful line, ‘there are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.’

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