My heart is tired this week.
Tired, discouraged, and fighting what feels like this winter's seventeenth bout of illness, I turned to poetry. More specifically to Mary Oliver, who has been speaking to my heart a lot this year.
And I stumbled onto this stanza from her poem "Sometimes" in the collection titled "Red Birds":
"Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it."
It was one of those poetry moments where I found myself not knowing whether to laugh or cry, so I think I did a little of both. This is so where I am right now in this tired, busy season. It's like she took a peek at my life and wrote exactly what my heart has been learning and wanting to say.
I love it when a writer does that.