The weather outside is frightful

A few pix & a video of the latest blizzard - the 2nd in 3 weeks (I though when they called the first one "the blizzard of 2015" that they were being a bit optimistic).

And a link to a recent interview with the wonderful poet, Mary Oliver (whose poems I've used a couple times as a Christmas card insert, if memory serves). The afore-linked webpage includes recordings of several of her works). Who knew she lived around here for several years? I hope you'll have time to listen to it, or to read the transcript.

I'll requote one here:

"Wild Geese":
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing your place / in the family of things."