Happy Birthday Saylor! In this conversation Saylor and I chat about turning 11 and what that feels like.
I start the podcast with a brief intro and this poem by Mary Oliver that I think you will enjoy.
You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me.
Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without any doubt, I talk directly to your soul.
Listen to me. Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and your heart, and hearts little intelligence, and listen to me.
There is life without love
It is not worth a bent penny , or a scuffed shoe…
When you hear, a mile away and still out of sight, the churn of the water as it begins to swirl and roil,
fretting around the sharp rocks- when you hear that unmistakable pounding-
when you feel the mist on your mouth and sense ahead the embattlements,
the long falls plunging and streaming- then row, row for your life toward it.