There’s an old saying:
“Don’t speak unless you can improve upon the silence.”
This Mary Oliver poem fills me with thoughts and feelings about living and aging that are very close to the bone. But I should not speak about them unless I can improve upon the poem — and, of course, I can’t. Sit with it in silence and I’m sure you’ll see what I mean…
In Praise of Craziness, Of A Certain Kind
by Mary Oliver
… what shall I wish for, for myself,
but, being so struck by the lightning of years,
to be like her with what is left, that loving.