Here's the deal
Self-care is harder and easier than we make it out to be. This poem has a way of finding me when I need to pause and reset. Sometimes I just read it myself. Sometimes, I close my eyes, bow my head, and cup my hands to accept the benediction as Mary Oliver reads it over me.
Both are posted here for you to experience.
Wild GeeseMary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, 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 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.