270. It Can Always Get Better

The thing about life is. It can always get better. Huffy. So it's been my favorite poet for awhile. And then I received a gift. And book. New and selected poems by Mary Oliver. And Mary Oliver is now my favorite poet. Her poems touched something in me that. I want to continue have touched. For a while to let these poems seep in. Steep, simmer marinade. Stu. I want to feel them. The way I feel them in me because I know that. Sensing and feeling this way is only. Creating more room for growth. The poem that I opened up on the day I received this book. Had me nearly in tears, the moment. I started reading it. And by the end. I was kind of just overtaken by. All in wonder. And if life is here for anything. That's for all in wonder. The poem is from her collection called American primitive. And it's called in Blackwater woods. And Blackwater woods. Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light. Our giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment. The long tapers of cattails are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders of the ponds and every pond, no matter what its name is. Is nameless now. Every year, everything I have ever learned in my lifetime leads back to this. The fires and the black river of loss. Whose other side is salvation. Who's meaning none of us will ever know. To live in this world. You must be able to do three things. To love what is mortal? To hold it against your bones, knowing your own life depends on it. And. When the time comes to let it go. To let it go. To live in this world, you must be able to do three things to love. What is mortal. To hold it against your bones, knowing your own life depends on it. And when the time comes to let it go. To let it go. Here's the deepest question. Do we love what is mortal? Or are we attached to what is mortal? Do we love or are we attached? Love as a freedom. Attachment as a cage. Attachment and love both hold that, which we. Feel. Mm affection for against our bones, knowing our own life depends on it. But with attachment, we forget. But our own life only depends on it while it is here. Our own life only depends on it because it is here. And what it is time to let it go. Love lexical. Love let's go. Thank you for being here. For hearing this. Sort of out of place. Episode, because I forgot to do number two 70. So I'm throwing it in there. Thank you for loving. Modus mortal for holding it. Softly. And firmly to your bones. And knowing that your life depends upon it. And thank you so much. For having the strength. To love. So, let it go. Until next time I'm sending all the love and then some more. We'll talk again.