Now Playing Tracks

Good Neighbors

I’m so happy to have the neighbors that I have. The guy across the street offers me beer when I come over to sit on his stoop with other neighbors. My neighbor next door comes over to ask if I need my lawn mowed (my lawnmower is being fixed; granted I’m paying him and he is working for a lawn mowing company).

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

~Mary Oliver

To Tumblr, Love Pixel Union