365 Days of Wonder: The Magic of Starting an Awe Journal
The news: everything is bad.
Poets: okay, but what if everything is bad and we still fall in love with the moon and learn something from the flowers. ~Nikita Gill
My dad died when I was thirty-one. I wasn’t a child but barely felt like an adult. He had reached retirement, but only just. Mary Oliver got it right when she wrote, “Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?”
A few months later, I pulled myself out the door and off to work. The December weather and my heart were both raw. Then I saw it: a single …