The text is from a Mary Oliver poem titled Mockingbirds. I read it a few years ago and this section, the last three stanzas, compelled me to bookmark it for later review. The words seemed to me to embody a level of freedom and acceptance I’d never felt. But I knew that I would feel it someday and, when that someday came, I wanted to read the poem again and rejoice that these words had gone from foreign to familiar:
But then my someday arrived and the poem was gone. I didn’t remember the title. I didn’t remember anything about it except that Mary Oliver wrote it and that the last lines said something about opening windows or doors. Not a lot to go on. Continue reading
