![]() ![]() I also appreciate it in a special way as it reminds me very much of my late grandmother, coincidentally named Mary, who also died last year. How her poetry prays to blades of grass, meditates on the ordinary nature of living, and how she spent her early mornings in the pink haze under canopies of trees filled with chirping nests and jumping squirrels. I love Mary’s work for the reverence she brings to everyday life. Those of you who have read Oliver’s work very much know what a treasure she was, a rare gift in a time when slowing down and looking deep is getting harder and harder to do, unless done so with great intention. One year ago today, a light-filled soul left her body and flew high, high into the sky, leaving behind her, a sparkling trail of words strung together impeccably so – words infused with mindfulness, hope, beauty, and wonder. ![]()
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