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.
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,
Hope you are well. Have a happy weekend!