Hi, I’m Carie. I write daily posts about navigating these times.
Don’t you imagine (I just suggest it)
I’m always so excited for spring. But tonight I noticed peonies blooming, and peonies don’t bloom in Denver until WAY after I file my taxes on April 15 at 11:59 p.m.
This fair-weather loving human has much enjoyed our unusually warm winter and dry spring but it’s not sitting right in my soul.
The Journey by Mary Oliver
A long, long time ago, before I’d gone through hardships of my own, a dear friend told me that she went through a hardship at a young age so she could be a guide for those who face similar circumstances in the future. Now that I’ve been through my fair share, I see how true this is in my life, as well. Here’s a poem that once-upon-a-time saved me. Thankful for the wisdom and honesty of dear Mary Oliver.
Whistling Swans by Mary Oliver
Rumi said, There is no proof of the soul.
But isn’t the return of spring and how it
up in our hearts a pretty good hint?
💞
More Mary Oliver
I was taught to pray as a kid. Then I got older. And I spent many, many years never uttering a prayer. I pray again, now. But it’s different.
This Mary Oliver poem — this line: May I never not be risqué.
Yes, please. ❤️☀️
Joy is not meant to be a crumb
Notice what’s good, too. If you can’t find anything good, focus on something neutral.
Enjoy this poem by Mary Oliver. It’s a favorite.