Thank you for this. I spent yesterday in the ICU with a dear friend who is dying. We talked of such things: walking through that door full of curiosity, looking at time as a concept, not a reality, and eternity as more than a possibility. She had lived her life as a bride married to amazement, taking the world into her arms. I will miss her.
Mmmm beautiful. “and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility...”
This reminds me of Kierkegaard when he writes about death and inauthentic men and the difference between possibility versus the limits of the physical body. I’m also currently reading Ernest Becker’s The Denial of Death. And my father died two weeks ago. So this is all on my mind.
Mary Mary Mary. Two nights ago at an open mic in a big red country barn here in Wisconsin I read aloud 'Wild Geese' by Mary Oliver. Show stopper. I love Mary, a fellow Massachusetts being, she was. Her works: a brilliant gift to literature and life. She LIVED. And wrote about it.
Thank you for this. I spent yesterday in the ICU with a dear friend who is dying. We talked of such things: walking through that door full of curiosity, looking at time as a concept, not a reality, and eternity as more than a possibility. She had lived her life as a bride married to amazement, taking the world into her arms. I will miss her.
Beautiful. Feeling every bit of this. Fellow dweller on the threshold.
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Mmmm beautiful. “and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility...”
This reminds me of Kierkegaard when he writes about death and inauthentic men and the difference between possibility versus the limits of the physical body. I’m also currently reading Ernest Becker’s The Denial of Death. And my father died two weeks ago. So this is all on my mind.
https://michaelmohr.substack.com/p/death
Michael Mohr
‘Sincere American Writing’
https://michaelmohr.substack.com/
may this poem be a balm
as you grieve your dad
A poem filled with meaning and true understanding of the human experience. I loved it.
Yes! You curate great thoughts. Thank you.
dear God what a blessing
I received
in reading this
Beautiful Mary Oliver - what a treasure she is.
Perfect and universal. This poem cuts deep.
Having spent each breath
astounded by life's beauty;
the next adventure!
- paje foster
Wow, I needed this.
Love this experience of death. So precious and beautiful
Thank you so much. What words ... brimful of curiosity, gentle ambition to live well and energy to inspire all of us to aspire to the same ...
Love truly is all there is…wonder and curiosity acting as guides.
Mary Mary Mary. Two nights ago at an open mic in a big red country barn here in Wisconsin I read aloud 'Wild Geese' by Mary Oliver. Show stopper. I love Mary, a fellow Massachusetts being, she was. Her works: a brilliant gift to literature and life. She LIVED. And wrote about it.
Just wonderful, as was her 'curiosity'. One must hope for a similar economy when the time comes.
Divine understanding xx