One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
their bad advice...
~ Mary Oliver, from her poem "The Journey," collected in Dream Work
Only you can write the story that's yours to write. And write it you must, regardless of the voices, inner and outer, that cry out for you to stop, that claim they're trying to save you.
There is no salvation in stopping, in turning away, in listening to those voices, however sensible they seem.
Your only salvation is the word that must emerge from the prison of your fear and into the light of your potential. This word, and now this one. And now this one.
One word following the next and the next, crashing through what you think you know -- about yourself and the world -- and carrying you into the Kingdom of the New, that wondrous realm beyond your imagining that has been waiting for you since the beginning of time.
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...
~ "The Journey"
Photo of Mary Oliver and her dog, Percy: Beacon Press