nine

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 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 wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
-Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese”
Tonight, dinner at Sadie’s request: potato leek soup with snipped chives from the garden, sauteed mushrooms in butter, roasted asparagus with garlic aioli, bread, and a very tall chocolate meringue pie.
Happy birthday to my sweet one. xo