The Journey

 A trip to the library.  One of our favorite places.  Books, book, and more books.  Charlie said, “I wish we could take them all home.”  So do I, Buddy, so do I.  How I wish time would allow for us to drink it all in.  The words. . . all the words.  The beautiful, lovely, fun, silly, tragic, and exciting words.

We had to pick a few.  He picked his and this was how we spent our afternoon. . . 

Chilling out on a blanket, reading books,  laughing, guessing about what will happen next, and exploring short snippets of another world.


And for me. . . taking the time to enjoy beautiful things.  I chose a poetry book.  After flipping through the introduction, these words from The Journey by Mary Oliver greeted me:

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
I was immediately drawn in. These words are my story.  My story now.  And as I read further the words continued to illustrate my feelings.  Grab me at a level that reaches beneath my skin, through my heart and into my soul. . . 
. . . . the stars began to burn 
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly 
recongnized 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 that you could save.

One day I knew what I had to do. . .

I had to write. 

. . . . and I began.

And in beginning I felt better.

  • Charbelle - August 18, 2010 - 11:43 am

    Some of my favorite memories with my Mom involve the library and summer afternoons chilling out and reading.
    Love the poem!! Wonderful post!!ReplyCancel

  • Ky • - August 23, 2010 - 7:23 pm

    (I feel that even on the posts that I don't necessarily have a comment for I must still tell you: I'm reading… I love that you're writing this blog.)ReplyCancel

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