some rain and a poem

Finally a bit of rain to this dry state. I took this picture yesterday as the clouds starting making their sluggish journey from the west. I'm thankful they are here this morning and there are rain drops now stuck to the window screens. I love weather and movement and it's nice to have some here on the plains. 

I have been emailing with many of the followers of this little blog and I love hearing from you -- this poem goes out to you and your paths. I'm so thankful that you read and that we all stay connected. Peace.

The Journey

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.