As for the body, it is solid and strong and curious and full of detail: it wants to polish itself; it wants to love another body; it is the only vess… - Mary Oliver

And consider, always, every day, the determination of the grass to grow despite the unending obstacles.

In creative work — creative work of all kinds — those who are the world's working artists are not trying to help the world go around, but forward.

Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree. To do this I have to climb branch by branch and write down the numbers in a little book. So I suppose, from their point of view, it’s reasonable that my friends say: what foolishness! She’s got her head in the clouds again. But it’s not. Of course I have to give up, but by then I’m half crazy with the wonder of it — the abundance of the leaves, the quietness of the branches, the hopelessness of my effort. And I am in that delicious and important place, roaring with laughter, full of earth-praise.