I am currently eating genetically-modified, chemically-laden soup from the hospital cafeteria
I haven't packed a lunch to bring to work in weeks
There is a sticky residue festering on my floors
My green bin is filled with maggots
I don't remember the last time I worked myself up into a sweat
This morning I turned on the vaccum cleaner and left the room to drown out the sound of A's temper tantrum
I missed my blogging goals this week
We have lived in our house for one year, and there are still numerous boxes left unpacked
Our vegetable garden boxes were built with treated wood, which I recently discovered will leach and contaminate the soil
Yesterday I massaged the feet of a woman giving birth to her third child
I continue to meet and befriend kind, passionate, and hard-working women in this beautiful capital city
The other night my daughter asked to "tickle mama's back" and I got to lie down and enjoy the sensations of tiny fingers working their magic
My hubby has been voted sexiest man alive by the Pratt-Stacey household (it was unanimous)
I have learned the joys of jumping through a sprinkler with my clothes on
I will go to sleep tonight and wake to a new 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.
Tell me about 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.
- Mary Oliver, "Wild Geese"