Your Soft Animal

Reading back over my bedside journal today, I found this little drawing I'd made, along with a few lines of Mary Oliver's poetry:

"You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves."

My soft animal loves red hearts, and the fact that it's now the weekend at last. My soft animal is slightly sad that it was outbid on the most interesting house around today, but it remembers red hearts, and feels better.