This week was the third anniversary of recovering from my first wave COVID infection and the 18 month anniversary of my mother’s death.

So I’ve been thinking a lot about the fact that nothing is guaranteed and every day we have is its own miracle.

I wanted to write a poem about all of this, and then I remembered that Mary Oliver already did. Please do yourself a tremendous favor and read “The Summer Day” here. The final lines destroy and revive me every time:

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

After a hard day yesterday, I drew and watercolored the last words of the poem so I can read them every day. May they be as potent a reminder and affirmation to you as they are for me.