Now I Become Myself

Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. I was talking to my 91 year old mother this morning who has been self-isolating in LA since February and who has never felt more alive. This poem explains how that might be - the universe we have inside us can still blossom and maybe even more so in these circumstances. I remembered how much I loved May Sarton's book, The Bridge of Years, and how I can still imagine the mother in that novel, her garden, the sense of resilience built into family life. Wonderful way to start the morning!