Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly

I worked probably 25 years by myself, just writing and working, not trying to publish much, not giving readings.

Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?

The sweetness of dogs (fifteen) What do you say, Percy? I am thinking of sitting out on the sand to watch the moon rise. Full tonight. So we go and the moon rises, so beautiful it makes me shudder, makes me think about time and space, makes me take measure of myself: one iota pondering heaven. Thus we sit, I thinking how grateful I am for the moon’s perfect beauty and also, oh! How rich it is to love the world. Percy, meanwhile, leans against me and gazes up into my face. As though I were his perfect moon.

I don't ask for the sights in front of me to change, only the depth of my seeing.

Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.

Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.