Happy chilly, rainy spring everyone! Here is what is on my mind this week: How do we honor our intuition? How do we create space to listen to that inner voice that contains unmistakable wisdom? How difficult it can be to sort through all the voices, both external and internal, and find a way forward. What happens when we listen to that one true voice that comes from our highest selves and whose direction keeps us in line with our purpose and our authenticity? How do our lives transform? And most importantly, how do we find the courage to do this?

This poem was the first thing I thought of when I woke up this morning. I love the part where she says, "mend my life, each voice cried". Sometimes we tend to keep mending a tapestry that really needs to be rewoven completely, but how to know when to mend and when to weave again?

 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 voice 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.