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Monday, August 2, 2010

The Journey

Lots of voices shouting over here. Plenty of bad advice. Fear scattered all over the place. Feeling the old tug of doubt. Wondering what on earth i'm doing with my life. (Career wise)  Feeling like i'm not enough. Like i'm not doing enough.

Frustrations. Impatience.  Wanting.  Resisting.  Reaching---- for clarity.  And peace.

Knowing it will come. 

My little ones have gone to their aunt's for a couple of days. 

Tomorrow i will stop doing.  I will lie in the hammock and stare at the trees and sky.  I will listen to the bird sounds.  I will breathe big, deep breaths.   And try to find the humor in these crazy ups & downs.  And my mind will get a little quieter.

And i will feel better.  I'm sure.

It's a comfort to know that Mary Oliver understood.

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.


  1. Hello Julia,

    What a charming poem.

    I just want to remind you that you are safe and loved.

    'Destiny is a mysterious thing,sometimes enfolding a miracle in a leaky basket of catastrophe.' Francisco Goldman.

    Love Nige:-)

  2. i hope those breaths are huge and filling for you.

  3. I wish I could lie in a hammock next to you with nothing to do but listen and share stories with you and laugh and cry and let go.

    You know the Rumi poem - guest house? My favorite.


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