That moment when you awaken to the sound of geese flying over, and you think peacefully, ah, yes, Mary Oliver… That’s right… You don’t have to be good…
Then three minutes later, you hear giggidy jillion more fly over, and it sounds like an utter symphony of clown horns.
And you lose it with laughter.
Good morning, everyone.
YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE GOOD.
I am referencing Mary Oliver’s poem, “Wild Geese.” It’s a great one.
Smuggling Grace 