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.
I've been in the new apartment for almost a month now. The details of this great change are difficult and personal, and it's all too complicated to share with anyone right now. Suffice to say that Edgehill House isn't my home anymore, and I'm trying to build something different, something that better serves the person I am now.
Please join me here, in my Sanctuary, as I explore this next chapter of my life.
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