Poetry Friday
I WorriedMary Oliver I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the riversflow in the right direction, will the earth turnas it was taught, and if not how shallI correct it?Was I… Continue reading
I WorriedMary Oliver I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the riversflow in the right direction, will the earth turnas it was taught, and if not how shallI correct it?Was I… Continue reading
The Wild Iris At the end of my sufferingthere was a door. Hear me out: that which you call deathI remember. Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.Then nothing. The weak sunflickered over… Continue reading
A prayer for when we have come to the end of our own resources We struggle, we grow weary, we growtired.We are exhausted, we are distressed, we despair.We give up, we fall down,… Continue reading
I tell you thisto break your heart,by which I mean onlythat it break open and never close againto the rest of the world. Mary Oliver
This quote from Barry Lopez’s allegorical novella might at first seem like a poetic ideal, far removed from the complex realities of modern healthcare. But in my work as a patient advocate, Badger’s… Continue reading