"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.