I remember the day I read my first Mary Oliver poem - where I was standing, the light, how the world opened up. I will bless the person who gave it to me forever.
To share your words with a friend - and just the right ones for the moment... to search the pages for 'the one' - is an act of deep love.
Having basked in the beauty, the poignancy, the hanging questions, the raw truth of the world that you offer in your lines, I cannot even imagine my life without them. I honor you, Mary, for the dedication and courage of staying with your knowing, in spite of the persistency of doubt, that sharing your conversation with nature and its inner soul is indeed what Mary Oliver was to do with her "one wild and precious life."
Thank you from the depths of my heart.
With love and light,
Purple Hazel Green
aka Christine McQuiston