The Journey

I came across this poem recently and felt incredibly moved by it. Deep Soul Resonance. It also reminds me of ‘The Handless Maiden’ story from the book, ‘Women who run with the Wolves’, by Clarissa Pinkola Estes.

 

The Journey 

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
recognised 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.

Mary Oliver

And a Whisper of Mine too:

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Enjoy,

& Always,

Thank you,

Emma Sumner

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