Look, and look again.
This world is not just a little thrill for the eyes. It’s more than bones. It’s more than the delicate wrist with its personal pulse. It’s more than the beating of the single heart. It’s praising. It’s giving until the giving feels like receiving.
You have a life — just imagine that!
You have this day, and maybe another, and maybe still another
Mary Oliver, To Begin With, the Sweet Grass