I wish what I wished you before, but harder.

 Marfa, TX

Marfa, TX

The world is feeling like an incredibly heavy, fragile place these days. So many emotions, so much fear, and a hunger for simple solutions to overwhelming problems. In an effort to process our feelings, open our minds, and heal our hearts, a few sources of inspiration.

The History of the Universe in 18 Minutes. A little perspective, a little humility, and a little something that shines a light on the miracle of this planet and everything around it.

On humanity.

An interview with Mary Oliver that is sure to soothe the soul. 


And lastly, a poem:

The Writer – Richard Wilbur

In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,
My daughter is writing a story.

I pause in the stairwell, hearing
From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys
Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.

Young as she is, the stuff
Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:
I wish her a lucky passage.

But now it is she who pauses,
As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.
A stillness greatens, in which

The whole house seems to be thinking,
And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor
Of strokes, and again is silent.

I remember the dazed starling
Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago;
How we stole in, lifted a sash

And retreated, not to affright it;
And how for a helpless hour, through the crack of the door,
We watched the sleek, wild, dark

And iridescent creature
Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove
To the hard floor, or the desk-top,

And wait then, humped and bloody,
For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits
Rose when, suddenly sure,

It lifted off from a chair-back,
Beating a smooth course for the right window
And clearing the sill of the world.

It is always a matter, my darling,
Of life or death, as I had forgotten.  I wish
What I wished you before, but harder.



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