It's Poetry Wednesday! Today a poem from one of my favorite poets, 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 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.
from Dream Work by Mary Oliver
published by Atlantic Monthly Press
© Mary Oliver
Spring is the time when we often start to think about shedding those winter pounds. When you start a weight loss program, or even when youre making small, healthy changes toward a better diet, remember to consider your emotional & spiritual weight, along with the physical. Incorporate into your plan activities that nourish & release at all levels: body, mind, & spirit.
Do you take risks in areas that are potentially painful or even harmful? Do you overeat, eat foods that aren’t nourishing for your body, push yourself too hard with exercise or work, drink more than you know is healthy, have sex for the wrong reasons? Did you even consider these to be risks? When you follow your passions, you fill yourself up with the things that make you come alive, make you feel whole. When you don’t, you need to feel alive & whole in other ways, like taking risks with food, sex, vices, overindulging, etc. to meet those needs. The next time you reach for that piece of candy you really don’t want, or that glass of wine that you know you don’t need, stop. Take a deep breath & really consider what you’re really desiring in this moment. Are there unmet needs or desires that are fueling your “need”?
"Who we are never matters nearly as much as who we are becoming." blogger Teacher Tom wrote recently. We are so hard on each other, ourselves, & even our children. We hold everyone to impossibly high standards, when in reality, each & every day, we are all still becoming. And who we are tomorrow & next week & next year always has the potential to be even better than today. Go easy on yourself & others today. Happy Friday!
Consider how often you blame your behaviors & moods on someone else's actions. You blew up at the clerk because she was rude...you're grumpy because your teenage son started a power struggle. ..you're sad because your spouse said something mean. And what about your positive moods & behaviors? Are you happy because the people around you are happy too? Or in spite of them? Realize how much personal power you give away each time you allow someone else's mood or behavior to dictate yours. You have the power to choose how you feel and especially how you act.
It's Poetry Wednesday! Read a poem...share a poem.
The well was cool and nourishing
and deep, but years ago
in an act of courage and
defiance, you moved the heavy
stone across the opening, allowed
the thorny branches to grow over
and around it, so that no one
could disturb your tomb, or drink
its healing waters, and you turned
your back, confident that the thorns
would do their job to keep the trespassers
out, but what you could not see in your
rage and self-hatred, was that the thorns
and brambles shadowed you in your
exile, shrouded you in your attempt to be
invisible, shrunk at your valiant effort
to fight them back, grew thicker and
stronger, shielding you from the world
of your creation, until that day when
the thorns pressed deep into your
flesh and you finally tasted the sting
in the back of your throat, and it was then
that you knew the only respite left was to
return to source, and there in that ancient
place, you tore back the branches and
brambles, bleeding and broken, but it was
too late to care, and you uncovered the patient
stone, waiting for your return, and there
as you wildly plunged yourself into the waters,
as if returning to your mother’s womb,
there you realized that the thorns you fled had grown
out from the belly of your pain, and that you,
you are the trespasser, bathing in your own
well of salvation
Never let your current situation keep you from reaching for your dreams and desires, for they give you insight into your special purpose here. Even if you have to piecemeal it, complete little sections at a time, struggle and fall back, and it seems you will never reach the next level, you will, if you don't lose sight.
This weekend commemorates the sacrifice of one man who believed so strongly in the perfect love of a divine creator that he was willing to die to share his message. Even if you're not a Christian, you can live by Christ's example of love, peace, and hope for every being in this universe. Namaste & have a blessed Easter!
If you're feeling stuck, stressed, or angry and your thoughts are running wild, try dropping your awareness about a foot and start thinking from your heart. When you're in your head, your thoughts are unorganized and raw and often don't provide the clarity you need or want. Thinking from your heart allows those wild and unruly thoughts of the mind to quiet down, and for you to get the valuable insight, amd often peace, that you need.
It's poetry Wednesday! Who else has a poem to share?
Nana with Rose Petal Tears
Rose petals, like teardrops,
fall softly to my kitchen counter,
surround the vase where the wilted flowers
droop their heads in reverence to the
stooping, plucking, pruning
of Nana tending to her roses
crouching in her gardening shorts,
as I play in the field behind her house,
searching for rabbits’ nests and pulling out
my dollhouse to set up in the quiet patio shade,
of Nana sweet and fragrant as the roses
that she tended, bare legs exposed, a rebel
of a time when women wore only skirts and hosiery,
bustling about in her slippers and shorts,
cultivating an escape from everyday life
of Nana’s hair, soft between my fingertips,
like rose petals, as she lies in bed, life gradually
slipping through grasping hands, ice chips, greeting
cards, and tear-soaked tissues encircling roses
on the bedside table
of my Nana who never cried, at least not that I
can remember, but if she had, I know her tears would be
rose petals, cascading between dreams and
backyard memories, sweetly-scented and multi-hued,
formed together into one final bloom
The Daily Bliss is a weekday quote, poem, photo and/or musing to help bring inspiration and healing for your body, mind, and spirit.