i read this poem and no matter how i feel that day, it usually applies, or gives me some insight into that, or just makes me feel alright with the world in general. so why not right now.
by Mary Oliver
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 your 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.
i re-read some old blogs the other day, and it made me want to keep blogging and recording things, instead of letting them go off into nothing. that’s the point of the bonar family residency anyways i guess, is to document things that would otherwise just be thought of as a pile of old toothbrushes.
so see you again soon.
p.s. this was the poem i started sewing an excerpt of in my car installation back in february.