Several years ago, when I had muscles and no grey hair (excuse me for the nostalgia), we chalk-arted a sidewalk in a smoky evacuated California town, while road-tripping with our kindergartener (oops, more nostalgia), and the phrase that surfaced for me, to write as an offering to whomever might come by before the prayed-for rain … Continue reading Rebekka Walker shares Wild Geese by Mary Oliver