Poetry tea: you…
So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you. – Mary Oliver
So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you. – Mary Oliver
“For however inhospitable the wind, from this vantage point Manhattan was simply so improbable, so wonderful, so obviously full of promise – that you wanted to approach it for the…
Commit to beauty. Not glamour. Commit to affection. Not attention. Commit to craft. Not work. Commit to process. Not outcome. Commit to love. Not duty. Commit to do. Not try.…