After having dinner with my dear friend the other night, and remarkably discovering that the poet Mary Oliver was someone whose work touched both of us deeply ("The Journey" in particular), he sent me this beautiful line, taken from her poem, The Summer Day ...
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
And then I found this excerpt from "Starlings in Winter" ...
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;
I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard. I want
to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbably beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
~ Mary Oliver ~
Mary is a bit like Sarah, I think ... their words are out there waiting for me to pick them when I am hungry enough and when I am ready to be nourished by them.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
And then I found this excerpt from "Starlings in Winter" ...
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;
I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard. I want
to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbably beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
~ Mary Oliver ~
Mary is a bit like Sarah, I think ... their words are out there waiting for me to pick them when I am hungry enough and when I am ready to be nourished by them.
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