Living a Life

Today, one my favorite titanic and fragile wordsmiths, Mary Oliver, gifted me my sooth and purpose in "Red Bird":

Instructions for living a life.

Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.

The fleeting act of hearts meeting seems to have graced the last two months with terrific celerity. My soul has been dragged from damaged depths--a boot camp of terrible misappropriations--to stand at full attention at the wake of a prodigious, vivid, and intriguing love for another.

With astonishment, I watch as dark and light wander through her eyes in a delicate dance, perception like pointillism, tinkering with all paths and choosing the best with ease. She fills our lives with acts of intention, connection, and altruism. This love is grand.

Though inferred, "tell about it" seems to be a request for declaration: my vagrant spirit seems to have found its companion.