Sometimes I’m overwhelmed by how deeply hurt and evil this world can be and other times I’m stunned to silence by its beauty so I suppose the only thing that’s certain is that its here, and I’m in it, and I’ll do with that what I can
every morning i wake up & get my coffee & i recite in my head this excerpt from ‘invitation,’ by mary oliver: “it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.” & i just say it over & over again until it sticks to my mind for the rest of the day. it is a serious thing. i am alive. i am so lucky. this fresh morning i get the chance to live again & again & again
