Not much occurred in terms of adventure today. We did explore the neighborhood by foot for about four miles. This area is interesting in that very few roads are square. Many roads dead end, which makes any circuitous route a meandering maze of semi-paved roads, sandy washes, and impromptu trails. It was all good. We simply got in line with the other quails and whippoorwill, and pitter pattered our way through the bristly bushes. I do have something quite sublime to offer. Instead of relating physical adventure, I thought I'd share one part of the adventurous mind of Mary Oliver.
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.
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.
As fortunate members of the human family, surely we must realize that life is good, especially today.
Our patio view this morning.
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