25.9.08

The Journey

I have been away from here for awhile. Sometimes there are things too personal for the blog so rather than say them or say other things and try to hide them, I chose to take a break. I am ready to come back; this blog is a piece of me, whatever is happening. So I return with what I can at this time.

The Journey
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.

Mary Oliver

Posted from Basel

4 comments:

J said...

Welcome back! I was starting to get worried.

Anonymous said...

We love to think that we suffer from the uniqueness that we believe to be our story. But we are the authors of our own story and as such we lose the objectivity because we cannot see ourselves from the outside. Only when we can step away from what we think is our story can we see that it really does not define who we are only that we allowed it to define us in the first place. We all have the power be the observer and thus remove the angst and drama and then start to see who we really are.

Anonymous said...

i had never read that...beautiful. hope that the voice you found is bringing you much happiness and peace and that all is well.

Gretchen said...

I'm glad you're back. I've been checking regularly to read about your Asian travels. Best of luck during this time of transition.