"I got saved by the beauty of the world" (Mary Oliver) with Update (-:

The Tower of Blue Horses, by Franz Marc

From Franz Marc's Blue Horses, by Mary Oliver

I step into the painting of the four blue horses. 

I am not even surprised that I can do this.

This is what I listened to today.

This is what I hear at night with my windows open:

Just for fun.  Bob Dylan singing "Froggie Went a Courtin":

At Scudder Pond, the frogs wake up first and then the birds.  Listen for the ducks.

"Hold on world, world hold on ..." / Letting go / Solitary Canada Goose in the morning / Rainbow at the end of the day

Mary Oliver
In Blackwater Woods

Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars   of light, are 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, whose 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. *
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Celebrating Mary Oliver (1935-2019)

"In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it and react to it, before I knew at all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be.” 

(Mary Oliver)

Someone I loved

The Uses of Sorrow

(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)

Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.

—Mary Oliver

With gratitude to Beth.