Since I don't have the rest of the photos back from Maine yet, I will have to finish my travelogue in the days to come. Here instead are words that paint the light going on in my soul since I've returned from my trip. I surrendered to "living the questions". And of course soon after the desperate letting go came clarity all clean and pure, slow-coming but crisp quite the same. And now since I've been back I'm reveling in nothing but the joy of the present, and my mornings starting with still quiet time adoring in the presence of Life, where I cherish the sanctity of humble remembering: the world does indeed offer itself to our imaginations..... And I'm wide open and ready to give...
Wild Geese 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.
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