Tonight I am bound to Ashland by flu, while Pete and Reid are in Portland – armed with three pages of questions that we have for the docs at OHSU at Reid’s Thursday morning appointment… and this is the poem that appears in my in box. Seemed like it wanted to be shared with all of you, Reid’s incredible community of love and support.
Good night and sweet dreams ~

Praying

It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

~ Mary Oliver ~