Mary Oliver’s instructions for living a life.

From her poem “Sometimes,” found in the collection Red Bird.

Two or three times in my life I discovered love.
Each time it seemed to solve everything.
Each time it solved a great many things
but not everything.
Yet left me as grateful as if it had indeed, and
thoroughly, solved everything.

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(thanks @nicoleslaw)

Mary Oliver’s Red Bird is great, people. Read it. Be astonished.

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