To paraphrase a quote from elsewhere, Mary Oliver is always a good idea. As a difficult season moved toward its end, and I faced the ravaged remains of my garden after the freeze, I was drawn to this poem again. I read it at my father-in-law’s memorial service years ago, and I turn to it when I need to remember that letting things go is an essential part of being human.
“To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:”
