Quiet in heart and and in eye…

Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.

– Wendell Berry

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

A Whisper will be heard…

I want more poetry in my life again so here is another I ran across today by one of my other favorite poets.

The Place Where We Are Right
by Yehuda Amichai

From the place where we are right
flowers will never grow
in the Spring.

The place where we are right
is hard and trampled
like a yard.

But doubts and loves
dig up the world
like a mole, a plough.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
where the ruined
house once stood.

I feel a sigh of relief ripple through my body when I hear these words. But also doubt that doubt and love could do so much. I still cling to the “place where we/I am right” because it feels safer. But I know it is the opposite. Intuitively Amichai’s words resonate with a deeper, gentler truth beyond our worried and tiresome shouting and finger pointing. And I want to live this in my life, work, and parenting. A thought for the day.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Wandering in the woods above Heidelberg with my Little One

Wandering in the woods above Heidelberg with my Little One

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 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.

from Dream Work by Mary Oliver
published by Atlantic Monthly Press
© Mary Oliver

Image | Posted on by | Leave a comment