Iona Pilgrimage, 2009


I spent a good part of the weekend in a Reiki class...which left me pretty spent, and introspective...

So, today is a quiet day on The Lion's Share.

Yesterday, as I was passing my bookshelf, I thought I'd revisit one of my favorite poetry collections: "Ten Poems to Change Your Life" by Roger Housden.

 The Journey

by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.




Happy Presidents Day.
XO

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Outlander Kitchen said:

... If only our journeys could be reduced to a single night! That would leave a lot more time to get on with it! LOL. Thanks for this great poem -- very reflective of so many personal journeys...Theresa

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Lee Ann said:

... I hear that!

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