00:05:51.000I consider Mary's poetry a sacred text in my agnostic, atheist, pagan practice.
00:05:58.240Like her, I walk an earth-honoring path on lands where I am a multi-generational descendant of settler colonizers.
00:06:06.160How do I reckon with my people's bloody history on this land?
00:06:09.920How can I love it while also being honest about the damage that has been done?
00:06:14.000I have come to believe through her work that the lifelong work toward creating the answers begins with listening and paying devoted attention
00:20:08.800Mary will continue to be a guide and a balm for me.
00:20:13.300Months ago, I was sleepless the night before a trip to Scotland,
00:20:16.600my mind flipping randomly with icy fingers through a card catalog of all the things that could possibly go wrong.
00:20:25.400So I rolled over and opened my laptop, turning my attention to something more productive than listing travel disasters,
00:20:33.000beginning my research past the poetry and into the life of Mary Oliver.
00:20:38.400Almost immediately, I discovered the name of Mary's lover, life partner,
00:20:43.380and a wave of calm and protection washed over me.
00:20:47.640See, when I was 11, my mother, sister, aunt, and I went to Ireland on an ancestry-seeking mission.
00:20:53.720One of my most photographic memories of this trip is the bronze statue of Molly Malone,
00:21:00.400the beautiful fictional fishmonger of song, proudly pushing a cart of baskets.
00:21:05.800for the rest of the trip we sang in dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty i first set my eyes on sweet molly malone as she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh
00:21:25.760so in the exact moment of seeking refuge from britannia travel anxiety the universe chose to reveal to me the fact that mary oliver's love was named molly malone
00:21:39.360molly malone cook and my whole body filled with an ancient childlike sense of going home of singing songs and exploring the world and everything being just fine of being alive alive oh
00:21:55.920and it was mary's story that brought me to that place of calm i turned to her in bibliomancy when i need her advice i opened to a random page of devotions a collection of mary's poetry which she herself curated after her cancer diagnosis
00:22:13.400In a moment of intellectual self-doubt, my thumb forged across the fore-edge of the book,