The Journey

The Journey by Mary Oliver

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.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.

The word “journey”, as over-used as it is, connotes a sense of movement ~ walking forward, step by step from someplace to someplace else.  For me, the word “journey” brings to mind a real, concrete sense of physicality.  (Though one could certainly argue that souls go on journeys.) As I establish my intention of this blog, I would like to make a simple declaration that my writings herein will deal primarily with my journey from the standpoint of my physicality as it is driven by its soulful essence.

This blog’s purpose is twofold ~ It is intended to chronicle my own personal journey from fragmentation to whole integration (mind, body, soul), while simultaneously providing a somewhat counter-cultural approach of transparency as an offering of resonant healing.  It is my deepest prayer that my words touch, resonate and heal one person at a time, as I, at the very same time, seek my own healing. 

With wishes for WholeIness,