I wake each morning in my house in Alaska, turn on the kettle, and sit down with a book of your poems. This is how I begin my day, and how I've begun my days for years. Your poems are warm rocks I hold in my hand as I hike through my days, and the large sticks I use to get over the rough patches. They are the water I drink, and the words I use to pray. Thank you for giving us so much. I am sending you prayers and healing thoughts.
With gratitude and peace,