by Mary Oliver
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.
This is one of my favourite poems. I have visited a blog that I have in my favourites and the person has chosen JOY for her word for 2010. I have decided to adopt that as my word as well. I couldn't find the blog to give the address but will look again tomorrow. I carry such a deep sense of sadness with me and really want to change that. I am tired of the heavy weight. I am searching for the things that make me feel joyous and will share them with you. This poem is one of them.
My daughter bought me an Ipod Nano for my birthday and if I can figure out how to use it I will download all my favourite music to listen to. I spent some time on Youtube this morning listening to some of my faves. Harry Belafonte's "Skin to Skin", "We Make Love" and "Streets of London". Charles Aznavour's "She" are a few of them. So I have something new to learn again. I would be just has happy to have a CD player that held several discs and played random tracks but those are outdated now so I have to keep up with the times.
I am working on several purses at the moment so will photograph them when I'm done.