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Last spring, at the height of some of the most anxiety-ridden moments of the pandemic, my father read a poem to me over the phone. He's 89 this year, and while he's vibrant and healthy I don't take for granted any opportunity to hear his voice -- especially when he's reciting a poem.
The poem, Mary Oliver's Spring, describes the emergence of a black bear from its winter slumber. Oliver writes: "There is only one question: how to love this world."
When COVID-19 was declared a pandemic and the world shut down last spring, local writer, Johanna DiBiase, had just moved into an off-grid house on the mesa. With social interactions put on hold, the invitation was to go inward. DiBiase did so by going outside.