Wednesday

Just for clarification since I was called out on this earlier today, I never said anything about soulmates or destiny or fate. If such things exist, I think free will trumps them. (And that's a lot of pressure to put on someone else.) We all have the right to change our minds. I only said that my heart was open, which it still is. And however that comes about (having an open heart), that's a good thing. I'm not looking for someone to "complete me."  I don't believe you have to have your whole life in order before you can love someone else, though obviously, the more you love yourself already, the better, because then you don't put the burden of your self-worth and identity on someone else. And I don't think you have to be perfect to be happy. And sometimes the most perfect moments are when all your plans completely fall apart. (Okay, maybe that's fate, I don't know.)

Which makes me think of this poem:

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

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.

© Mary Oliver