Thursday, January 17, 2019


Yesterday my magical agent Molly O'Neill sensed I needed this poem by Mary Oliver. 

These words brought so much light and life and breath at a most needed moment - 
and now the day after I only just discovered her writing, she passed away. 

It’s almost as if I received a bit of her before she gathered up her wings and headed home.  

Even more amazing is to think of how words can live far beyond our short flight here.

No comments:


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...