IF THE DOORS OF MY HEART EVER CLOSE, I AM AS GOOD AS DEAD

when I relax I read. I checked 2 Mary Oliver books out of the library recently and here is one of my fav

"Landscape"

Isn't it plain the sheets of moss, except that they have no tougues, could lecture all day if they wanted about

spiritual patience? Isn't it clear the black oaks along the path are standing as though they were the most fragile of flowers?

Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead.

Every morning, so far, I'm alive. And now the crows break off from the rest of the darkness and burst up into the sky-as though

all night they had thought of what they would like their lives to be, and imagined their strong, thick wings.

Mary Oliver

Have a Blessed Wednesday and keep those heart doors open!!!xoxoxooxxooxCinda