"Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished. (from "The Messenger")" - Mary Oliver

I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world.

The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward; it can give gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you.

When death comes….
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what it’s going to be like, that cottage of darkness?