[blockquote source=”Mary Oliver”]“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.”[/blockquote]

Ah, what a beautiful poem ~ and, how very appropriate for this day.

We all have a journey, my friends…we feel it deep within our bones, that inner crying out to say,

“This is not my path.”

And, though that road may seem worn from our worries, trust that there is something immeasurable to be gained – the treasure in finally finding a voice, and one that you’ll soon recognize as your own.

Oh sure, it can seem quite scary, at first –

But, know – that this is the only path that’ll bring you ‘home.’

Much love, my dears ~ and thank you, for all that you are and do.  You are amongst the brightest of blessings in my day ~

The Journey
by Mary Oliver

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.