Wild Geese

It’s one of those Wednesdays, the kind the stretch themselves out and are full of decisions and interactions and to-do lists. I don’t have much to offer you today, so instead, if you, like me, are feeling a little frayed at the end of the day, I’ll tell you, in the words of 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.”

Here she is reading the entirety of her poem, Wild Geese: