These are tough times we are all going through, and during tough times, I often find solace in poetry.  I was recently drawn back to an old favorite of mine by Mary Oliver.  I hope you find it as relevant as I do.  Take a gander…

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.’

Peace out!

Shell Tain, the Untangler