The Journey, a Poem by Mary Oliver

I first heard this poem 'The Journey' 10 years ago this month shortly after I began my own deep healing and personal recovery journey. The journey was filled with unspeakable shadows and a funding of strength, took many years, and led me through a deep and personal series of initiations. all that was illusory and much of what felt dear to me was burned away and I was left facing life and fate on my own, just me and my own spirit. during this time much was also revealed to me. and I was offered opportunities to experience myself and align my gifts with a fullness and directness I had never experienced before. I also experienced a series of unexpected awakenings over a five year period, the last of which occurred while I was running this site. This culminated in a stunning experience of the No-Mind, non-suffering, pure Peace/pure Awareness so complete I'm still not sure how to or if to speak of it,  nor did I know if I should or would "come back" from that state or not, and of course I did, but I never hungered for enlightenment again. It was a woman's experience of enlightenment. and one that's hard to speak of, though as the adage goes, to not speak of it somehow doesn't do either. so I am experimenting. In any case...  

This morning I came across this special poem that I fell in love with early in that journey almost exactly a decade ago. it's where the journey began. and sometimes re-begins. it is so poignant and beautiful for me to reflect on this from a new perspective today. as we begin a new year and remarkable chapter this 2015.
Paying homage to the path I have walked. and the new Path I am opening to this year. unfolding to more of the mystery, with Her (through the divine Feminine). From the wonderful Mary Oliver. 
namaste ~
an Anniversary of sorts.  I love this piece. perhaps you know of it too.

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.

Mary Oliver

Artwork: Haughty Woman by DoraTaya
at etsy.com http://www.etsy.com/shop/dorataya

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