SO much has happened since the last time I wrote and yet what stands out? Always the tiny things:
* butterflies fliffing up in waves from within long grass and flowers in a churchyard * a great swathe of wildflowers making Preston Park specialler than I'd ever imagined it
* a child given a microphone, making animal noises, echoed back massively by the crowd
* tears watching a beautiful daughter sing to her beautiful mother - a privilege to witness
So many big things have happened, and these are the jewel gifts that sparkle.
Thank you.
Wild Geese
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 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
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.
Mary Oliver
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