05/03/2026
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And I gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.
by Mary Oliver
๐๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ค๐ "๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ง๐ฎ".
-๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ ๐๐?
-๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐๐?
-๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐๐ฉ'๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ค ๐จ๐ค๐ค๐ฃ?
Stepping into the fear because we get stronger in the broken places๐
๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ฎ 5/8, ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ข๐๐๐ฉ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ช๐จ๐๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ง๐ง๐พโโ๏ธ๐ฟ ๐๐ฅ๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ 6:30๐๐ข