Diaries Magazine


By Owlandtwine
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

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