In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Wild Geese 

I've linked to this poem before, but I offer it again as a Solstice gift. Mary Oliver is a gift to the world. She is my soul sister, soul Mother. She articulates so well what I feel. Blessings on her this day and every day!

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. —Mary Oliver

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

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Posted by: Kim Antieau / 6/21/2006 08:42:00 AM
4 comments

4 Comments:

Yes indeed Kim, Mary is a gift and a blessing and every word of her poetry sings. This poem is a wonder, and so are you, my friend - you are an blooming wonder in the true sense of the adjective. Please don't ever forget that for a minute.

By Blogger kerrdelune, at 4:40 AM  

Yes, this poem by Mary Oliver is a blessing to everyone. Thank you for introducing her to me. You are a blessing too.

By Blogger Jamie, at 12:42 PM  

Wow. I'm overwhelmed--in a good way. Thank you both very much.

By Blogger Kim Antieau, at 4:47 PM  

Happy Solstice, Kim, and blessings back - thank you for the Mary Oliver, I needed those first lines today!

By Blogger Theriomorph, at 6:06 AM  

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