Celebrating the Poetry of Mary Oliver

IF  I  WERE There are lots of ways to dance and to spin, sometimes it just starts my feet first then my entire body, I am spinning no one can see it but it is happening. I am so glad to be alive, I am so glad to be loving and loved. Even if I were close to the finish, even if I were at my final breath, I would be here to take a stand, bereft of such astonishments, but for them. If I were a Sufi for sure I would be one of the spinning kind. Mary Oliver….

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May 2018 Bring New Hope

Happy New Year to you and everyone! Yes. I am back. Hopefully nobody is hearing the creepy Jaws music right now. I wish I could say I am bouncing off the walls with zany energy. I would love to tell you that I am blowing up balloons, rubbing each against my head and attaching them to the walls at odd angles. If only I could announce how I am playing a noisemaker like the sax, although with much less finesse and sex appeal. None of that would be true, however. I decided not to fake it. I will say hello…

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