There’s a bit of a cacophony in the background, but I don’t even apologize for it. I hope you can manage to hear because I had a mini adventure filming/recording this episode in the airport while on a long weather-induced layover. Thought it might be fun to redeem the time by working on the pod and I was right!


Had a particular disruption hit during Poetry Time, and we can’t disrespect Mary ;) so here’s the text, in case you were struggling to hear.

Thanks, as always, for being here!!



In Praise of Craziness of a Certain Kind

On cold evenings
my grandmother,
with ownership of half her mind-
the other half having flown back to Bohemia-

spread newspapers over the porch floor
so, she said, the garden ants could crawl beneath,
as under a blanket, and keep warm,

and 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.

- Mary Oliver