Today I sit. I'm alone and the house is silent. Snow's covering the ground, seed packets are strewn across my kitchen counter. It is March! My mind wanders to puddles and blossoms. Like a long, restorative exhale we let our shoulders drop and entertain the thought of what lies ahead.
Dare I say I enjoyed these winter months? I did.
This morningthe beautiful white heronwas floating along above the water
and then into the sky of thisthe one worldwe all belong to
where everythingsooner or lateris a part of everything else
which thought made me feelfor a little whilequite beautiful myself.
--Mary Oliver
