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Starlings in WinterDevi said Dec 3, 2007, 12:30 AM: |
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I recently spent time cleaning up an organic garden with friends and then having a prepared lunch from the squash and lemons that grow there. |
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Re: Starlings in Winter & Wild Geese ~ Mary Oliver's Joy/sJoy Bringer said Dec 3, 2007, 8:54 PM: |
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Devi,
That IS a Joy. And Mary Oliver is a shared joy. And her poems - a triple one… Let's enjoy! 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. ~ Mary Oliver ~ |
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Re: The Journey ~ Mary Oliver & Self Acceptance ~ Debra MeyerJoy Bringer said Dec 3, 2007, 9:32 PM: |
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This beautiful artwork “Self Acceptance” by Debra Meyer and lovely zfriend Traveler in her own words “represents the acceptance of all of our aspects – The philosopher, the laborer, the feminine, the masculine, the muse, the teacher, the student.” As the word JOY implies & invites - J= Just O = Open Y = Yourself & enJoy another Mary Oliver's jewel… 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 ~ |
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