Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Transatlantic Cardboard Intervention by OSM


Arrival

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

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.

Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, 
high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.

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.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Retirement Home Candidate #62

It was an inspiring day for a hike, clear and cold. The leaves were frosty and the sky was blue. There were lots of interesting things to see.
Higher up, it was winter. There was ice and snow.
It would be a good place to live, in a shack, with a wood stove and a chainsaw.