Mary Oliver is my all-time favorite poet. I love every piece I’ve ever read from her. Her poem, The Gardner, is at the tippy top of the list. It feels as if she is speaking directly to me. Isn’t that the sign of a magnificent writer? Wow.
Lately, I find that I’ve been thinking and over-thinking things. There are days when it feels like a racquetball game inside my head (which, by the way, isn’t too fun!). This poem is exactly what I needed today. So, I’m on my way to my backyard where I will look at my flowers and count my Silver Linings.