by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good
You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles repenting
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair,
Yours, and I will tell you about mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the soft pebbles of rain are moving across the landscapes
Over the prairies and the deep trees
The mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese
High in the clear blue air,
Are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely
The world offers itself to your imagination
Calls to you like the wild geese,
Harsh and exciting-
Over and over announcing
Your place
In the family of things.
Hello,
I tapped into the conference call with Rita Marie tonight and found it excellent. The methods she was speaking about for being more conscious were great, for finding the space between response and action. For me, the breath is a geat way to reach that goal…
Blessings to all.
Sally
Hello to all…
…how beautiful….
Thank you for putting it on this side, it gives me hope and encourages me…
Love to all
Anja