Preamble
Being the weekend before the Canadian Thanksgiving, I thought this insightful peice by Mary Oliver would be worth sharing.
For myself, it reminds me of my friends and our days spent walking together sharing our stories of how we suffer, where we find peace and living out our dreams in real life.
It was a pleasure to walk with you.
Wild Geese 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. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the 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 clean 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. Mary Oliver
sketch by J Campbell
One of my favs. ❤️