Poetry
/The poet Mary Oliver died on Thursday. I wouldn’t consider myself “into” poetry, and yes, I realize that sounds lame… but her words always hit home for me. I could flip through any of her collections and find a poem that would give me pause, and then send me running into nature as fast as I could, to breathe in everything that is alive. I had this poem, and a bit of this illustration, running through my head most of the day, so when I finally settled down tonight I had to get it on paper.
