I’m grateful to everyone for the comments you left yesterday. Every one of them touched me.
After yesterday, I’m content to let a poet and a singer/songwriter take over for me. You’re in very capable hands.
This, from Mary Oliver. My most excellent VBF sent me this poem a few years ago, knowing that it would affect me. (It did.) There are many, many reasons why I appreciate her, and this was one of them.
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 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.
From Marc Cohn, this song, “One Safe Place.” I’ve loved it from the first time I heard it, and today it just seems to fit. (My video choices were this clip with the House photo, a Brokeback Mountain tribute, an O.C. montage, and a memorial to a dog named Bonnie (1993-2008 maysherestinpeace). House, it is.