Good morning!
It’s Sunday, and our magic meanderings have brought us back here, to the very heart of Respitopia. We’re standing at the water’s edge, where Mary Oliver has been waiting for us. She has words to guide us back into the real world.
“I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall—
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.”—Mary Oliver
Onwards,
Clara
