Just A Warm Thought...

Today, I am a person of few words...which for those of you who know me, please do not panic! I'm fine...just not my usual verbose self.

I decided to send you flowers today and share the beautiful bouquet my dearest friend, E.B., brought me this past week. I am so lucky to have such wonderful friends and supportive people in my life.

I'm also going to share with you the words of Mary Oliver, a gifted poet and painter with words. We can all use a little inspiration now and then:

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
at the very foundations--
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice,
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into to the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.