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When Death Comes

I want this glorious verse from Mary Oliver’s poem to be my eulogy, when, you know, my death comes.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

— via Austin Kleon’s touching eulogy to Mary Oliver.

P.S. Also love her instructions for living a life.

  • Pay attention.
  • Be astonished.
  • Tell about it.

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Burn Old Logs …

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“Burn old logs. Drink old wine. Read old books. Keep old friends.”

El Sabio

Also, travel and visit old towns and listen to the classics!
— Me


Daily Writing, 73 – River God

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“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?
That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.”

— Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha


Daily Writing, 66 – Hope

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Hope is being able to see that there is light, despite all of the darkness.

— Desmond Mpilo Tutu

P.S.
On a break, be back next week.