Words that Pierce

More Words that Pierce

As someone who has put others before self and served family all her life—and who works in the education sector, serving students—I have a hard job in finding time to be myself, indeed, who am I? Inside my weathered body, a young girl is still wandering in meadows filled with wild flowers, bluebells, mayflowers, Queen Anne’s Lace, buttercups, daisies, and feeling at one with the world. Or she is following a meandering stream and listening to the water splashing through stones and feeling utter peace. Sometimes, when I get a glimpse of this child, she seems like a stranger, while at other times, I know her. Mary Oliver’s poem “The Journey” set me free to begin to release the girl frozen in time:

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.

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