The Family of Things

Mary Oliver's poem reminds me that in despair, there's a place in the Universe where I belong.

Dear readers,

This week, I’m overcome by a deep sense of existential loneliness. I have some ideas about it, but they aren’t fully formed and I’m not ready to share them. Right now, my emotions are beyond what words can express. They sit at the top of my solar plexus, and from time to time there’s an urge for them to rush out like a stream.

Putting my fe…