3.16.2008

The Journey
by Mary Oliver

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.


Stuck in bed with a case of the yuckies, I had a sketchbook, watercolors, and a poem for inspiration.

This drawing is for my friend J. as she takes that first step on her new adventure.

3 comments:

Jo Wholohan said...

i love tones of this tricia, simply beautiful!!!!

vintage moon studio said...

This is my most favorite (and relevant) poem of hers... lovely sketch too. xox Deb

* mY fRiEnDs cALL mE Rella * said...

I'll never forget how this poem took my breath away when I stumbled upon it.......many years after making the hardest decision of my life. It's the most powerful piece I have ever read. I love that you created around it.

xo RElla

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