Autum­n’s rainy weath­er makes for mag­nif­i­cent sunsets.

 

 

 

 

This week has been unusu­al­ly dif­fi­cult. Every­thing that could pos­si­bly go wrong has gone wrong. I’ve decid­ed to name it “a week of woes”. 

The sun is set­ting as I write this, and I’m remind­ed of this poem by Mary Oliver.

 

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hun­dred miles through the dessert, 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 moun­tain 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.

 

Hope you are well. Have a hap­py weekend!