During a particularly challenging time in my life, a dear friend shared this poem:
Wild Geese
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. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
ov
er 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.
-- from Dream Work, by © Mary Oliver
Shortly after that, a few friends and I woke early to watch the sun rise on our last day at the Philadelphia Folk Festival in the summer of 2006. As if orchestrated, the clouds and colors swelled and shifted. Completely captivated, I watched as the strips of clouds moved to form a diamond in the sky. It looked like a childhood craft made of two sticks held in a cross and wrapped in multicolored yarn – a God's eye. I felt as if I were in a vacuum, the sound drained from around me, and I involuntarily held my breath as two simple words flooded my ears and filled my head and heart:
BE LOVE
Just as I began to absorb the weight of these words, a flock of wild geese flew across the sky. In that moment I knew precisely the plan for my life. I suddenly felt MY place, in the family of things. Sunrise of the Spirit is my attempt to share a few of the gifts I have received from the abundant Universe. And it is my absolute pleasure to try to “be love” every day. As Maya Angelou said:
“When you get – give, when you learn – teach.”