Summer is almost officially here—I’m wishing you sunny days in all ways. This past weekend I went to a memorial service on Saturday and on Sunday, we celebrated Father’s Day.
At the memorial service, we heard the Mary Oliver poem “In Blackwater Woods.” It is from her book American Primitive (1983, Back Bay Books) and it ends with these lines:
“To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.”
Father’s Day was hot and humid. Our celebration was laid back and we mostly hung out in the air-conditioned house. But on one visit to the backyard, my son discovered this tiny wonder in the grass. Smaller than a dime, it may be a cricket frog or cricket toad. It seemed so remarkable and precious and wonderful.
Peace, love, and solace
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