In today's email, Joanna quotes a favourite poem, I've posted before - Mary Oliver's 'Wild Geese'. But like every great poem, you find something new every time you read it...
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
Joanna focuses on the last line and suggests taking a photo on the theme My place in the family of things. This is my favourite photo from this morning's expedition, and it inspired a wee poem :)
My place is beneath the tall, elegant Ash
Gazing up at her heavy bunch of keys
Dripping with the weight
Of future trees.
My place is in dappled sunlight
Catching the shimmering creation
Of the one creature I struggle
To call Sister.