Two or three times in my life I discovered love.
Each time it seemed to solve everything.
Each time it solved a great many things
but not everything.
Mary Oliver, Sometimes
It did not feel like art.
It did not feel like a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
It did not feel like a broken wheel backwards into the sea
But it hurt me
Hera Lindsay Bird, Wild Geese by Mary Oliver by Hera Lindsay Bird
I think I could be very content living in a small cottage somewhere, making cute little meals and planting flowers and perhaps sweeping sometimes when the mood strikes