Mary Oliver, “The Journey”

Mary Oliver is considered to be one of the greatest contemporary American poets. She is recognized for powerful renderings of nature through her words. 

This poem is about listening to our conscious and our heart in order to find our own authentic voice.  Through this voice we can arrive at a place of security and peace.  

My friend and writing mentor, Constance, shared this with me and I had to pass it on.

“THE JOURNEY”

 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.

Southwest Trip List

1 week trip to the Southwest
visiting friends and my children = 

2 flights –
   1 at the crack
1 late luggage arrival –
   checked through to Salt Lake,
   went first to Detroit ?
3 nights with friends in Utah
2 back to back stomach bugs
2 hikes –
   carrying tail end of stomach bug
1 touristy chairlift ride
1 rainy outdoor evening concert and picnic –
   Railroad Earth and Bruce Hornsby
1 sushi dinner party
1 uneventful flight to CO
1 fairly flexible husband – to be determined
1 airconditioned rental car
2 luxury hotels
1 unairconditioned daughter’s car
5 edgy restaurants
1 cookout for 20 plus East Coast 20 somethings
1 amazing home cooked Italian dinner with SC friends
1 trendy Farmer’s Market
1 circuitous trip to Red Rocks (without water)
1 Mexican lunch in Morrison, CO.
1 airport hotel
2 uneventful flights –
  1 at the crack
1/4 passengers still in sleepwear
1 husband happily waving goodbye
1 drive back from PA.
1 reunion with Ginny
1 familiar and really comfortable king size bed

There is absolutely no place like home.

 

Lock Up Your Meds

On July 2, Ken Cuccinelli, Attorney General of Virginia, held a press conference to launch, Lock Up Your Meds, a public safety announcement campaign, exposing prescription drug abuse among youth.   Cuccinelli appeals to families to safely store their meds under lock and key, so that “our medicine cabinets don’t become our neighborhood drug suppliers.”

Ann Reardon, a prosecutor with the AG’s office, kicked off the program by relating the powerful story of her 17 year old son, Robert, who died two years ago after suspected abuse of prescription meds.  She is working to increase awareness of this type of abuse in an effort to help prevent other families from suffering such an unspeakable loss.
http://www.nbc12.com/story/22746519/campaign-encourages-locking-up-prescription-drugs

As a co-founder and board member of the JHW Foundation, Roz Watkins was invited to attend the launch.  She and her husband, Johnny, also know firsthand, the agony of losing a child to alcohol and pain killers. www.jhwfoundation.org

I’m thankful Roz and Ann are brainstorming ways in which the Foundation may be able to support the State’s new initiatives.

What Denial Looks Like

You’re awakened one night from a deep sleep.
You detect the faint odor of smoke, but you hope that it was just a dream.
You’re too groggy to get up and check the source of the smell.
You roll over and attempt to go back to sleep.
Eventually you do.
Some time later, your senses are roused, haunted by a reminder of that familiar vapor.
You sniff the air, wondering if it’s in the room, here and now.
Something is definitely going on in your house.
Maybe not though.
Surely, you’re imagining it?
You pray that you’re imagining it.
But you anticipate real danger.
Wait – Now, not only can you smell something, you see it creeping
around the corner – swirls of smoke and an orange flash.
Is this a vision conjured by an active imagination? A day dream?  A nightmare?
You don’t want to be an alarmist.
You decide to wait and see because you’re still a little sleepy.
Things could change.
The flash could  die down.
Suddenly, you’re fully awake. You know the truth. It’s asphyxiating.
Your house is engulfed in flames.