Bad timing and something purty

Well, I picked a really stupid time to try and resuscitate this blog. I guess for once it is a good thing that no one reads it! It is difficult to review novels while trying to finish one, or form coherent thoughts while trying to change jobs, so I’m not sure why I thought it would be a good time to pick this back up, but, oh well. 

I should have a proper post in the next couple days, but in the meantime, I leave you with something beautiful:

Wild Geese
Mary Oliver

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 your 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.

Have a great week, everyone!

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