that, “… if the heart has devoted itself to love, there is not a single inch of emptiness.” It must’ve been a Mary Oliver poem since I’ve been reading her a lot lately. It’s a strong reminder. I check myself against it often. And if I am feeling empty, then I know something in my heart is off. I have had a couple of rough days, the kind that can easily result in what we used to call pity-parties… To avoid this, I spent the day with two of my favorite people, making ordinary things extraordinary. Needless to say, tonight there is not a single inch of emptiness.