Wild Geese

This poem spoke to me the other day, and I wanted to share it with you. I think it provides some perspective in our otherwise crazy world:

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

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What I’m Reading | The Silence of the Lambs

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I’ve decided instead of full book reviews, to just post a snippet of the book I’m reading, something that stood out to me.

“We rarely get to prepare ourselves in meadows or graveled walks; we do it on short notice in places without windows, hospital corridors, rooms like this lounge with its cracked plastic sofa and Cinzano ashtrays, where the café curtains cover blank concrete. In rooms like this with so little time, we prepare our gestures, get them by heart so we can do them when we’re frightened in the face of Doom.”

– The Silence of the Lambs