“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 the 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 the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
― Mary Oliver
It's dark; the birds are in full, glorious song; and I'm sat here in my tiny little office, blessed to be able to write, and drink my coffee.
In these unprecedented times (at least in my lifetime), .
No, don't worry. I'm not talking apropos the rubric about fraud, nudity or being caught out for another misdemeanour; I'm talking about our soul being exposed when, in my case (and many others, I suspect), we've got no or very little paid work to do.
But I'm lucky — extra, extra lucky: at least for now, my employer is still paying my wages. I don't expect it to last much longer though and like many of my fellow employees (about 50% at the moment), I'll be furloughed.
I say exposing our soul because I hope that that's what's happening with the abundance of time (by dint of not working or having paid work), and not allowing ourselves to replace one normal — i.e. doing it, doing it, doing it — with some other equally dispiriting or exhausting form of ho-hum work. Don't misunderstand me. I'm not saying when you're back is firmly against the wall and you're sh*t scared you shouldn't work doubly hard to replace the lost income and loss of self-esteem that comes with doing something worthwhile, but, and it may well be conjecture, soul work it ain't.
You don't know that mate!
No, I don't.( Collapse )
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