“No one yet has made a list of places where the extraordinary may happen and where it may not. Still there are indications. Among crowds, in drawing rooms, among easements and comforts and pleasures, it is seldom seen. It likes the out-of-doors. It likes the concentrating mind. It likes solitude.”
— MARY OLIVER, UPSTREAM
I took a book to the woods. To your woods. Where for 36 months your spirit has soared, guarded by dragonflies. It is a book that deserves to be read in the quiet of nature. One sentence, one paragraph, one page at a time. So I read slowly. And on today’s page there was wisdom.
I felt you in the solitude of the woods. I heard you in the gusts of warm air. As this day unfolds I see the extraordinary in the outpouring of love from those whom you touched. As this journey continues and I get distracted by the crowds, I will learn to find you in solitude, knowing that I never really need to look very hard for you are always with me. Three years has no meaning in the world of eternity.