The Journey by Mary Oliver



One of my favourite poems and feels very appropriate to include it here.

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 recently met up with an old friend at a reunion, who I hadn’t seen for 30 years. He took the time to tell me that he admires how I live my life with vivacity. I really valued this perspective – succinct and on the nail, and yet, I would have struggled to see myself as that person. I have just googled vivacity synonyms, and as follows  ~  yes, I now see elements of myself !  Thank you dear friend.  I place these words here on my first post to remind myself whenever I need to, that we often don’t see ourselves as others see us. Go out and give someone a heart felt compliment today ❤

Synonyms for vivacity