(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. “The Uses of Sorrow” by Mary Oliver, from Thirst, 2007. Beacon Press.   *** Note from Christy: 2016 was a tumultuous year. It had its share … Continue reading “The Uses of Sorrow” by Mary Oliver (and a note from Christy)