It’s not your journey

The best advice I received this week was via my own therapist from her animal behaviourist, about the behaviour of her beloved pet with brain damage.  To remember it was his journey, not hers.  It reminds me of the poem by Mary Oliver below.  That we all have our own unfolding journey.  That the journey demands our full attention.

Forgive me if I post very intermittently in the near future.
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized 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 save.

The Journey, by Mary Oliver

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About amindfullife

Passionate about living every moment as best we can. This is a work in progress
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