This might be my favourite Mary Oliver poem. I ran across it early in my doctoral journey and the lines: "Oh, good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as these." I stopped and took stock of the person I was and continue to reflect on the question Parker Palmer asks, "Who is the self that teaches?" Or, the paraphrase: "Who is the person who lives this life?" I pause, breathe, and attempt to be mindful of all "the untrimmable light of the world, the ocean's shine, and the prayers that are made out of grass." As Thich Nhat Hanh advises, turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.