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."
I love this poem: 'you do not have to be good. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.'
What does the soft animal of your body love? I love old pictures like the one above, taken by my brother, Lynn Waggoner, around the Skagit Valley. Enjoy.
I love winter because it drives me into staying cosy and warm, relaxing and anticipating warmer weather to come. Hygge! I can look forward to walking around my house without heavy wool socks, not putting on my warmest hoodie every morning. I can look forward to not having to sit with my hands wrapped around a warm cup of coffee to warm me up.
But it took me a long time to figure out what 'home' meant to me. As I was growing up my family were nomadic due to my Dad's military career. Then, as a little girl, 'home' meant my Aunt and Uncle's farm, my Aunt and Uncle and the life they lived there. And those memories still resonate as 'home'.
Now, though, after many years of doing my inner healing work, reassuring and loving and nurturing that part of me that felt lost and lonely all by myself, I can literally feel and sense 'home' within. As I sit today, looking out at a very cold and wintery morning, I feel content. I am creating, moment after moment without having to try, 'home'. Comfort. Hygge - cosiness. Calm. Reassurance. I am grateful. I never thought I would feel this way.
If you are having trouble finding or feeling 'home'...whatever that is for you, call/text me: 360-432-1236. I would love to help you find your home within.
I am a slow learner sometimes. About some things.
I was pondering Thanksgiving, coming in two days. No urgency and nothing 'wrong'. Just curious. My plans are shaping up and include the usual and my favorite: pumpkin pie without the crust. Whipped cream - real whipped cream. And other things.
But what came to me was the word itself: Thanksgiving. Thanks and giving. Thanks AND giving.
My intention daily is to pay attention to what I am grateful for and express that gratitude with a thank you, a note, a call - whatever it takes. Even just feeling grateful, a full and grateful heart.
But what about the giving? For me as I was growing up 'giving' was fraught with expectations. If my Mom gave me something, there were often strings attached, unspoken expectations that I would....? And that was what was hard, trying to guess.
So as a parent and person in the world I have tried very hard NOT to have expectations when I give. To let whatever it is just go. And to remember that true gifts are the ones that can be hard to give away.
I wonder how many people both pay attention to the 'thanks' and are actively 'giving' on this day? Maybe people helping in shelters or gathering food items to gift to others?
What can I give this Thanksgiving? A hug. Inviting a friend with no other place to go. Dropping off food items where they are needed?
And what can you give this Thanksgiving? A smile? A small piece of your heart?
Thanks + Giving = Balance.
I am a catalyst for others, helping people continue, over their entire life span - preconception, conception, in the womb and after - to grow, learn, heal so that each person can live their deepest longings. This is my passion.
Adventurer, lover of beauty, seeking clarity, harmony & balance. Compassionate. Just. Fair. Grateful. Hugely grateful.