Poet Mary Oliver does it for me. Have you read any of her work? She places her observations of the heart so delicately that the words disappear and a wistful truth remains.
Here’s something from her recent compilation Felicity: Poems that makes me glad:
I did think, let’s go about this slowly.
This is important. This should take
some really deep thought. We should take
small thoughtful steps.
But, bless us, we didn’t.
I take it to be about relationships. But it could be about work decisions, or anything that elicits spark in the