the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognised 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 –
determined to save
the only life you could saveextract from The Journey by Mary Oliver
I’ve been art journaling something that happened to me recently. There was a whole, detailed analysis about it that I planned to post here. And then last night I read Mary Oliver’s poem The Journey, and I knew I didn’t need to publish what I’d written right now.
Hafiz and Mary Oliver, both on the one day? You are showering me with riches.
Is that image from your journal?
Ah, Joanna – such gifts you have shared. And now I can’t imagine life without those two in it 🙂 Thank you!
Yes, a wee peek into my art journal … Practicing some new techniques – more to come 🙂