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In Blackwater Woods
Look, the trees/ are turning/ their own bodies/ into pillars/ of light,/ are giving off the rich/ fragrance of cinnamon/ and fulfillment, the long tapers/ of cattails/ are bursting and floating away over/ the blue shoulders/ of the ponds,/ and every pond, no matter what its/ name is, is/ nameless now./ Every year/ everything/ I have ever learned/ in my lifetime/ leads back to this: the fires/ and the black river of loss/ whose other side/ is salvation,/ whose meaning/ none of us will ever know./ 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.
Mary Oliver
The three things: Love. Hold. Let Go.
About Katie
From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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The Stage Is On Fire, a memoir about hope and change, reasons for voyaging, and dreams burning down can be purchased on Amazon.