When I think of Mary Oliver, I think of her striding out towards the fields and wild places with her beautiful porous heart wide open. I think of the world rushing through her, sieving itself through her light, continuing on it's way; while she stands strong, unyielding, knowing what matters most. 

"Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness." 

Amen.