“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
After a week in the big city spent in doctors’ surgeries, pathology labs and hospitals it was good to get home to my farm late yesterday afternoon.
Harry and I took a short walk down towards the river paddock.
The earth smelled so luscious – rich and clean and alive with some kind of special goodness.
The cows grazed contentedly, and the birds sang their joyous songs.
We chose a spot and lay down in the soft green grass while the sunshine danced around us.
I sat in meditation, talked to the fairies and nature spirits, and then took a few pictures of the beauty of the afternoon before I walked home.
When I uploaded my photographs I found there was a dancing blue orb in each of the frames. Perhaps that was what had Harry’s attention.
This little farm is such a magical place to call home!