In case you couldn’t see the meme:
Mary Oliver: “I Worried”
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.
Olivia 
Great poem
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It is lovely, isn’t it? I love Mary Oliver…
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She is extraordinary.
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Beautiful. As are the two photos beneath it. Kind of reminds me of this one:
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Yes, I love that Lea. It reminds me of my mother, who would quit cleaning to do something she wanted to do, with the comment that she “didn’t want to die with a completely clean house.”
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