Thank you for your words

Dear Reader,


Submissions are now closed for this blog. Thank you to the many readers of Oliver's work who have sent their notes and made this site possible. We, too, are grateful for Oliver's work, which has graced our lives.


All best,
Julie Brooks Barbour and Julie L. Moore
Editors

The Sparkling Dance

Dear Mary,

I want to say that I read your words, about loving the world and gratitude, about joyful days and good rain, and morning light and chats. I see the good in love and the sparkling dance for the world that you reveal and encourage. I sense your joy at birds in thorn thick bushes, always singing. I have dared to be happy in a pure white moment, and always start the day in happiness and kindness. I live on a good patch of this green earth, and know now that everything has his reasons, and our task is to love what is lovely.  I want to say that I love your words filled with gratitude and magical places. I love your cool and beautiful words, when said right allows the heart to bear it. And it does. Stand wherever you are, Mary Oliver, feel the rain rising, and be blessed.

Peter Schramm

A Solid Path

Dear Mary,

Thank you for each nurturing "nature bite" I take from your evocative poems. They swell my soul.

Thank you especially for "The Journey." That poem is frequently shared during 12 step recovery groups for women finding their way out from under abusive relationships. In my case, it was after the traumatic discovery of my spouse's betrayals. Initially, my only concern was how to help him, thinking that healing him would save and heal my family. Your poem, The Journey, opened my eyes and started me on a solid path of recovery and rebirth.

Thank you from the bottom of my healing heart. 

Judy Whelley

Whenever I See A Turtle

Dear Mary,

I’m a Vermont poet. I love your poetry and have a number of your books. Your “Turtle” poem in House of Light is one of my favorites.

I have written this poem for you.

Whenever I See a Turtle

            —for Mary Oliver

Whenever I see a turtle

I’m reminded to slow down.

What’s the rush?  True friends will wait,
will understand, will help.

Miss. Harris, my junior high math teacher,
frequently said to the class (or was it just to me?):

Patience is a virtue.

It’s funny how you remember things like that,
several decades later.

Turtles are assuredly patient. They like
sitting on a rock as they soak in the sun.

You never see them sprinting across a street.
Perhaps they are hopeful that a good Samaritan
will give them a helping hand
and bring them to safety.

I say, Forget the eye of the tiger. We should pay
closer attention to the eye of the turtle.

            Jerry Johnson

Your Words

Dear Mary,

Your words have mattered. Thank you so much.

Namaste.

Maryanne Stahl

When I Need a Push to Wake Up

Dear Mary,

It was eight years ago that a friend introduced me to "Wild Geese." I was hooked on the spot and remain an ardent and daily reader of your exquisite, uplifting, and challenging words. I memorize and recite your poems for the sheer joy of it and I begin each day in search of a serious response to your big question: "Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?" 

You have opened my eyes to the beauty of the Canadian Prairies, where I live. Your gentle reminders to pay attention, to be astonished, and to feel gratitude have enriched my life beyond any telling of it. At times of sadness, your words bring comfort, when I need a push to wake up, your words do that. 

A particular thrill is to commit a favourite poem to memory, with patience and care so that there settles in my mind a perfect copy of a Mary Oliver creation - every word, dash and comma in its place. Just as you intended.

With every good wish for a full recovery,

Denise Ommanney

No Flame, but Word

Dear Mary,

No flame, but word. No hesitation, but wish.
Maybe false spoken because of foreign tongue.
A friend of mine wishes you well, so do I.
Your inspiration leads to thanks, so I bow mine.

Don't know you, just your words. But even though
I feel a kind soul, I want to keep fighting.
Please hear the weird sound of my imagination.

The wild tippering feet of the wolves guarding your ground.
The nervous flight of the hawks, watching the sky.
The calm grind of the mole, searching the deep.

Let them be, make them yours, give them names.
For those send shall be yours to be.
A present of my imagination, inspired by your words.

May my words be a mirror for your kindness.
May my wishes be a cure for your worst.


Sinaris

Longing for Home

Dear Mary Oliver,

I first learned of you through another luminescent poet, my teacher, Lucille Clifton.  She suggested I read some of your poetry.  I was a displaced Wisconsinite in New York City and all I could write about were longings for home and the connections I felt to the natural world there.  When I first opened "White Pine," I was so happy.  Among the bricks and buildings, the sparkling sidewalks and busy streets of my temporary Manhattan landscape, I found comfort.  Your poetry has illuminated so many moments in my life.  I am grateful for having your company and insight these past 25 years. Connections with friends and students have grown stronger because of the truths you have always bravely spoken.  My partner and I also love that your books are always dedicated to Molly Malone Cook.  We light candles for you in Madison, Wisconsin and send love and gratitude your way. 

Thank you for being,

Mo O'Connor

Showing the Way

Dear Mary, 

You have been for me such a teacher,  showing the way in loving our world and paying deep attention to her beauty.  My gratitude is huge. 

So many favourites!  I pick up your slim volumes to read a little daily.  Today it is "Messenger" and your shouts of joy to the moth, the wren and the sleepy dug-up clam, "telling them all, over and over, how it is that we live forever."

Thank you for sharing your enormous heart with us all.

Jennifer Conkie

I Fell Into Your Words

Dear Mary,

I discovered you through a New York Times article during a recent summer lost to pneumonia recovery.  I fell into your words which captured my love of clouds and water, birds and dogs, God's creation spread before my beloved lake house.

Through the years I have written various things, but now in my 78th year, you have given me courage to  attempt to put something of my head and heart into verse!  This has brought me great joy.  I am a retired United Methodist pastor, and I pray for your steady recovery... and for your next book.  

Patsy Brundige

The Spirit of Your Work Watching Over Us

Dear Mary,

I was your neighbor, so to speak, for seven months in Provincetown, as a Fine Arts Work Center Fellow. We never met -- it was made clear to us that we were not to knock on your door -- but I liked to think of you as near during those months, and of the spirit of your work as watching over us, of subtly guiding us toward the better, truer answers. 

I was working on a novel, but on the side I was crafting a series of creative-writing textbooks for middle-school and high-school students. So much of "A Poetry Handbook" was indispensable for the creation of the poetry sections of those volumes; pages 24-28, your sound breakdown of "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening," especially, was so wise and penetrating that it remains in my mind quite closely even now, a year later. I was doing the series for a small publishing house, our budget for permissions fees very modest, but I had to include one of your poems, just so the kids could see what it's all about. I settled on "In Praise of Craziness, of a Certain Kind." I couldn't think of a better way for a 15-year-old to get a first taste of what poetry should be.

Thanks for all the impact you have had on so many lives.

Warm regards and great admiration,
Boris Fishman

The Many Different Names We Call Things

Dear Mary,

Hello from the Philippines. I hope this note finds you in good spirits.

I just want you to know that even here, half a world away, your poems have changed lives. Every pond has a little of Blackwater pond in it now; every bird has in it a wild goose always "announcing my place in the family of things." Meaning, I guess, that you've made me-- us, your readers from here-- that much more aware of what poetry can do. A bit more loving of the mortal. And every time I re-read your work, I learn more about patience, about clear-sightedness, and how truly and simply connected we all are, despite distance and the many different names we call things.

Thank you for this, Mary.

Yours,

Mikael de Lara Co

Dance Our Way Home

Dear Mary,

I want to tell you how much your beautiful poetry has touched my life, and my clients. I have a spiritual dance practice for women,"'Dance Our Way Hom"', where a sacred and safe space is created to explore our deeper, more soul-reaching places within for healing and celebration. Your poems have been a part of the inspiration used in these sacred circles of women. Lines like this one from "Wild Geese"-  "You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves", is especially perfect for this embodied work. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being who you are and sharing your gifts with the world.  

Blessings, 
Erica Ross 

Your Words Spoke Directly to the Deepest Part of Me

Dear Mary,

Four volumes of your poetry sit on my desk along with a few other writers whose work inspires me and opens up my heart.

I came to know your poetry only in the last few years.  I was at a writer's conference in Taos, NM with Natalie Goldberg. I was talking with a fellow writer and she told me about you.  She gave me a volume of your poetry to read.  I took it to my room and read through most of it that night.  It was as though you had known me all my life and your words spoke directly to the deepest part of me. 

Two of your poems that impacted me are "The Journey," which I use a quote from on my website home page.  Another is "When Death Comes":

"When it's over, I want to say: all my life

I was a bride married to amazement.

I was the bridegroom taking the world into my arms. 

When it's over, I don't want to wonder

if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, 

or full of argument

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world."

Thank you for choosing the simple life that has allowed you the time and inspiration to produce so much beauty.  Your poetry will always be beloved.  I will always hold you in my heart, your words timeless reminders to live my life to the fullest.

Paula Todd King

In Black and White

Dear Mary,


Whenever my mind seems too cluttered, or my health too fragile; when my emotions are over-bursting with passion; when the world is too dark, or the world is too wonderful to exist; all these times I turn to your poetry. No matter what my situation, you and your senses have already taken it in and placed it simply and skillfully in black and white, so that after reading I can breathe and go on anew. You have time and again cut to the heart of what's what and also taken me away from what's what to what really matters. I have become a better observer, perhaps a slightly better writer, by having the good luck to encounter you, a modern day female poet who has dared to say, "it's OK to be who you must be." Thank you, thank you, thank you for the many deep lessons of human and natural life you've shared so openly, so bravely. I wish I was able to do more than cover you with blessings for courage, optimism, patience and grace as you face life's challenges, now and always.

Sharon Willen

The Clean, Harsh Beauty Found Out of Doors

Dear Mary,

I am a farmer and a lover of nature.  It is my salvation.  I spend my days, alone mostly, rapt in the clean, harsh beauty found out of doors.  I could never describe the swelling I feel in my soul.. the things I hear in the wind... or feel in the soil ... but you can.  

You articulate so perfectly the great mystery.  Your words are a salve.  You comfort me and bring to me the very breath of what I love and fear. You find the beauty in the dark and difficult and in the light that surrounds it.  

The first poem I read was Wild Geese and so began the journey.

Thank you, Mary.  I am so blessed to have found your words.  

Sincerely,
Patty Gentry

Artwork by Vernessa Riley Foelix

Following are images of porcelain disks that use the poems of Mary Oliver.

Artist: Vernessa Riley Foelix. 

Deeply Touching Me and So Many Others

Dear Mary,

Like so many others I have been greatly blessed by your poetry. Nearly twenty years ago I was given New and Selected Poems as a Christmas gift, just three months after my wife of 22 years passed. I came to page 10, "When Death Comes", and read it every day for quite a while, almost as a devotional. Ever since, your poetry has continued to feed and nurture my spirit. A years later, when I fell in love again, and joyfully remarried, my wife and I jointly recited "The Ponds" as a part of our wedding ceremony. I am grateful to you for deeply touching me and so many others.

Rob Soley

This Soft Animal's Heart

Dear Mary,

Your words validate my instincts as a writer and help me spin into ecstasy. Thank you from the bottom of this soft animal's heart.

Hilary Parker

Bless them. Bless the birds.

Dear Mary, 

Your poems first were read to me at my birth.

I remember hearing about cherry trees.

Later I found your books on my teacher's shelf.

Grandmother gave me the prize winning one.

Bless them. Bless the birds.

Bless the bees.

Bless the cherry trees.

Bless the bears too. And all my mothers.

Bless the peaches on Orchard Hill.

Bless the roses, we have an Abraham Darby.

Bless the firs and the oaks.

May they root well and bear fruit.

You live on, dear Mary.

In the sea, which has your name.

And in our daughters. 

Who are all poets.

Joanna Brook

Wind Swings the Bird Nest

A Poem For Mary Oliver/ Get Well Soon

This cold day wind swings

the bird nest pocketed in

a half cut maple limb. Two years

past, a storm of wind and

lightning made that limb into

a bridge for squirrels and a home

for birds.

The long fingered end barely

holds, branch to limb. We all try

for solid, I guess, industriously

building beliefs on poor 

assumptions, making faith 

on the branches we can see.

Lives outside know the

brutality of natures’ quick

decisions and give fear

a place. A nest is gathered

sticks planted deliberately  

in a lattice work of strength.

Shaken but holding in a bitter

wind and a balcony to see

the first unfurling of Spring

maple leaves. Maybe, I

can still learn to build beauty

and fear into a future I can hold.

Get well soon, Mary. You have inspired, encouraged and amazed me with your work.

Margot Storti-Marron

A Glimmering Tremor

Dear Mary, 

Along this road of self-compassion your words touch my heart again and again. How many times has this poem found me? I won't begin to count or even recollect them. One impression–enough to start a glimmering tremor, the gentlest ripple beneath the boat to shift its course. Inviting, again and again, to take a seat at the banquet table and truly come home.

Your words, like stars, guide and remind me to bring my voice, fresh each day, into an always sparkling, harsh and beautifully shifting landscape. May my own voice ring as true as yours, brave and authentic, tugging complexity's mask to reveal my own astonishingly simple and forgiving world. 

With love and every wish for healing,
Susan J. Preston

Learning English

Dear Mary,

Because your poems are not available in the German language, I've been studying English for five years now. I live in Switzerland. Sitting in my comfortable chair, the "Learners Dyctionary" on my lap and a volume of your poems - and heaven has been installed. Since I've been doing this, I've made steady progress on learning English and joyfully my soul follows the lines. Eventually bought a flight ticket to America. I want to see the landscape, the ocean, the sky, the trees which inspired you to write those wonderful poems.

Love,

Gertrud Strebel

After a Long Day

Dear Mary,

Thank you so much for your poems.  I cannot express how much they mean to me and how they comfort me after a long day.  I am sending you all good thoughts and hope you feel better soon.

Sincerely,

Kate Cavanaugh

Loving the World

Dear Mary,

Thank you for doing your work of loving the world, which has deeply encouraged me to do my own work  of loving the world. I send back to you all the healing sounds that have come to me from your words, both within and beneath the language. I pray for your ease and that you may be able to stay content and curious with what comes your way. Mary, know that you are loved.

Blessings and Balance,

Balance and Blessings,

For from Balance

Come All Blessings

an Ojibwe prayer

Susa Silvermarie

The Best Gift

Dear Mary,

When I walk out at morning, I see my Kentucky landscape with eyes you helped open.  Thanks to you for showing me how to find sand dabs and for teaching the power of incident.  

When I read your poems to my students, my students destined to become middle school teachers, I tell them I am giving them the best gift.  

“I am giving you Mary Oliver!”  I say and I smile.   They smile too. 

“Here’s a poem,” I might say, “to help your students think about how to ask questions.”  Or “here’s a poem about lilies, but what does it say to your teacherly heart?”

Thanks to you I am a better teacher, a more intimate one.  Many teachers pass your words on to their students.  We all know that your poems are the best gift.

When I sit down to write, to make life decisions, or even to talk with my dog, my words come closer to mattering because of the many ways your words-- both prose and poem-- have helped me to know my own life better.

I send you my gratitude, love, and best wishes,

Susan Nelson Wood

The Fabric of This World

Dear Mary, 

Your words have given me solace in times of grief, inspiration in times of joy, and revelations of truth and beauty.


Thank you for sharing your poems with us--they began with you, but are also now part of the fabric of this world and we are all the richer for them. 


All blessings and peace to you.


Terri Gaffney

Herons

Dear Mary,

I'm writing to tell you how much pleasure your poem "Some Herons" has given me. I cannot see a heron now without thinking of blue preachers or Chinese poets. I think your poem amazing: before coming across it I felt that almost everything had already been said about herons, they're such an iconic bird, but your poem is startlingly fresh. Thank you so much for it, and I send you greetings and good wishes for positive improvements in your health from the very ancient walled city of Chester, England, where I live and write.

Sincerely,
Gill McEvoy

Fingers of Sunligh

Dear Mary,

Your work and your commitment to living fully in this world have inspired me for over thirty years. I first learned of your poetry, when I was visiting a friend, and she read me “Blossom,”  from your book American Primitive. Until then, I didn’t know poetry could feel so relevant and be so much a part of contemporary life. Reading your work kindled in me a desire to notice more and more about the world around me, and to do my best to deepen my experience by expressing it in shapely language.

Along the way, I discovered your little volume on craft, A Poetry Handbook, and I have attended several of your readings and workshops. Thank you for the warm welcomes you gave me, my twin brother, Dan, and our guide dogs at these events. They still touch me, like fingers of sunlight reaching down through a canopy of trees.

Dave Simpson

High Desert

Dear Mary,

I first met your words in this high desert. You are with me now as I  stand under these big open-mouthed  skies, the Milky Way  pouring into my veins.

That a stranger can become an intimate through poetry is your gift to us.

Thank you for offering us the world of your imagination.

Be well.

 

Beth Surdut

The Courage To Leap

Dear Mary,

I cannot name an artist who has changed my life more than you have. I have kept all of your books by my bedside for a long time, and your words have carried me through all the times in my life.  

I remember the day I stumbled upon "The Journey," and that poem changed my life in an instant. You spoke right to me, in a deeply insistent way, and I had to listen, I couldn't possibly turn away from the truth your poem demanded that I face. That very day I quit my painful job and began a new part of my life--with no regrets. Every day I am grateful for the beautiful new life I now lead because your poem, because of your words, which  gave me the courage to leap.

Joanna Cotler

A Revelation

Dear Mary,

Your words spoke to me most profoundly several years ago as I was working on a writing project with cancer victims and their caregivers at the Loran Smith Center for Cancer Support in Athens, Georgia.

One of the participants read your poem "When Death Comes" and, at that moment, everyone in the room experienced a revelation. Cancer can be "like the hungry bear in autumn," but the important thing is to be a "lion of courage," "a bride married to amazement."

Thank you for providing that revelation.

Tim Harris

"Let me keep my mind on my work"

Dear Mary,

My twin brother Dave and I came with our guide dogs to several of your readings. Thank you for understanding us and our needs: allowing us to make private recordings as our way of rereading your work and, once, instructing the host of a reading to provide Chandler and Rudder with water. "It's just common courtesy," you said.

Thank you for calling to the best in me, in all of us--for not being afraid to write a poetry of love and attention in a time when what's cynical and clever and hip can seduce. Thank you for letting us in on your life with M, that 40‑year conversation. I cried, hearing you read about it, knowing how much I want that kind of life, how fortunate I am to have it, and how hard such love can make me work.

When I lose my footing as a writer, forget to keep my appointments with myself, your words about making friends with a shy person, in answer to a question I asked decades ago, are what call me back to the desk. Thank you.

When I open one more rejection than I think I can handle, I will remember you saying, "Let me keep my mind on my work, which is what matters."

When the fear of life's brevity overtakes me, I have "When Death Comes" as a compass.

Thank you for "To Begin With, The Sweet Grass," especially Part 6, and for "Praying."

Mary, thank you for all this--for living the way you live and for writing it down.

Love,

Dan Simpson

You've Given Me Hope

Dear Mary,

Your writing has moved me closer to a position of spirituality--even religion--than any other writer ever has.  Particularly, your synthesis of an awe of nature with spiritual realities brings me closer to the Franciscan theology of the school where I teach art history.  But in your more recent work, you've given me hope that I might be able even to reach a truly Christian understanding of the world.

Much reverence for your work, and love & hope for you,

Melinda Parsons

A Great Blessing

Dear Mary,


Your poems continue to be a great blessing to me.  Your words "leave me like a needle in the haystack of light."  I endeavor to spread Mary Oliver blessings around to others by giving your books to friends and posting your poems on my bulletin board.  


We all love you, dearest poet, and pray for your speedy recovery.
                                                                                                                  
Stan Sprague

You Have Changed My Ideas About Reading Poetry

Dear Mary, 


I have only recently discovered your poetry and have been so moved by it. You have changed my ideas about reading poetry as your poems are so accessible and meaningful. I have listened to you reading some of your poems via internet and loved that. I have so many favorites!  You are in my thoughts as I send wishes for your recovery and many more poems to be written. 


From a friend you don't know, 


Jane Mathes

Poetry Feeds My Soul

Dear Mary,

I write but am not published.   Poetry feeds my soul. I have found inspiration, courage,expression, life, and soothings in your work for many, many years now.   I sometimes read your poems to clients during our work together.   A number have found "The Journey" a mantra that has kept them going and helped them have courage to come through challenging times.   It has been a portal to your work for each person.   "When Death Comes" is a particular favourite of my own.

I thank you from the depths of my spirit.

I keep you in the flame of my daily candle.   

With gratitude and love,

Marych O'Sullivan-Sanford

An Occasional Whisper

Dear Mary,

It has been almost 20 years since the first time I read “The Journey.” I was in the process of getting a divorce and the poem made so much sense to me & still does.  At that time I could not read it out loud without crying, I felt it so deeply.  I have been teaching yoga & practicing healing for over 17 years.  I read this poem to my students & clients over & over again. I am now able to read it out loud with my full voice & presence, no tears - only an occasional whisper of waters coming, & that too is good.

Thank you for grounding your poetry in the natural world.

Michal Curry

Writing Models

Dear Mary, 

Your words are always present in my teaching and in my thinking.  Your poems were among my first writing models, and The Swamp Cabbage is one of the first poems I give students to read.  "What blazes the trail is not necessarily pretty" is a mantra when I avoid writing about what's unpleasant, and, when I am trying too hard, I say, "the soft animal of the body."  You have helped me love the world and be grateful.   

Many healing wishes,

Ava Leavell Haymon

Locating Myself

Dear Mary,

I read your poems whenever I feel the need to locate myself for a moment in the world around me. I thank you for the way that they restore my senses of touch and smell and sight/insight. The harshness of the world, its gentle beauty and its glorious intelligence are all there for me. Thank you. Be well.

Betsy Wing

We Can Do Some Good With Our Lives

Dear Mary,

The first poems of yours I read were in Bly's News of the Universe.  Then, in 1983, I was

in NYC for a summer seminar.  There were bookstores everywhere!  In a big store in an old

building, I found American Primitive.  I didn't have much money, so I pulled the books I

wanted out a little way from the others as I went along, then went back to choose the one

I would buy: yours.  I pulled it off the shelf and happened to look up at the same time; there

was a guy sitting atop a tall stepladder in the middle of the room, and he had a little gun

holstered on his belt.  The store detective.  He looked at me and nodded.  I've been reading,

and teaching, your poems ever since.  I invited you to read at Austin Peay State Univ. in

Tennessee in the late 80s I think it was.  You met with students and did a wonderful reading.

Both I and my students have always been given heart by your poems.  They speak to us

with such courage and sanity; they give us the confidence to know that we can do some

good with our lives.

I'm retired now.  I write a little and read a lot.  I'll pray for you each day to be well.

David Till

A Little Flock

Dear Mary,

I visited your Blackwater Pond for the first time in October 2011, and was immediately greeted by a little flock of titmice who landed on the open palm of my hand. I thought, Well, these birds surely know Mary Oliver.


And so then, what a privilege it was for me to be in their company. All good love to you.

Kim Billings

Thank you for that stillness

Dear Mary:

Your words like birds laugh
in the sky of my head.
Thank you for that stillness
that I now return to you
fom my askings.


Kurt Heyl

Tiny Iridescent Ornaments

Dear Mary,

Today I walked down my steep woodland driveway, and took my poles, and wore my hiking boots.  I am training to do the Camino de Santiago de Compostela.  I thought of you when I saw all the drops of rain on the sparse manzanita under the redwoods--- like tiny iridescent Christmas ornaments.  It is April.  They say you are getting better.  I send you a prayer and love, and the hope that you will have some fresh paper, just the right size, and a pen you like to hold.  The rain all day yesterday made the land breathe wet breaths of clean oxygen today-- gorgeous and wonderful.  I am so grateful to live in this amazing universe.
 
With love,
Martina Nicholson

Something Powerful Sustains Me

Dear Mary,

Your poetry has been an integral part of my spiritual and emotional healing. It reminded me, during some tough years, that something powerful sustains me and that I, with my own internal strength and beauty, am a part of that. I still stumble from time to time and then I remember that, no matter what, I "have a place in the family of things." I am grateful to you for helping me find that place. 

I wish you much love, grace, and sustenance as you heal. 

With gratitude,
Kimberley McGill

A Preference Changed

Dear Mary, 


I was an English major with a preference solely for prose. Hafiz invited me to explore poetry, and your poems sealed the deal.


Sincerely, 
Mari Becker

Web of Creation

Dear Mary,

Thanks for the gift of your poetry and being an original voice that shares observations of life that have multiple implications.  Best wishes for your healing and for continued hope for the web of creation that you so fervently celebrate.

Sincerely,

Roberta Badger-Cain

Your Poetry Has Nourished Me

Dear Mary,

I have loved reading your poetry for a number of years.  In some ways your moods (from a sorrowful to a more upbeat view of life) have paralleled mine, so your poetry has especially nourished me.  I keep your "White Owl Flies into and out of the Field" posted in my sculpture studio and have used other poems as source for sculpture ideas.  I hope you recover and find healing solace in the letters of support from people who have had their lives enriched by your writing.


Sincerely,
Lin Lisberger

Ordinary to Extraordinary

Dear Mary,

Your poetry has enriched my life and the life of my clients for many years.  Thank you for your gift of making the ordinary into an extraordinary experience.

With loving kindness,
Lourdes Brache-Tabar, PhD, LMHC