Simplicity

I learned from the Writer's Almanac  that today is the birthday of the poet Mary Oliver, who lived from 1935 to 2019. I discovered her only years before her passing, reading her prose before her poetry. But it poetry that she was known for and poetry that won her the Pulitzer Prize in 1984. 

Today's entry includes a few words from Oliver about what she needed, which wasn't much:

"I've always wanted to write poems and nothing else. There were times over the years when life was not easy, but when you can work a few hours a day and you've got a good book to read and you can go outside to the beach and dig for clams, you're okay."

I will hold onto that simplicity today.