The seeds of my own journey can be found strewn throughout the budding family dynamics described in And The Buntings Flew, but as this is still a work in progress, perhaps I should just state here that I have had to undertake a journey of my own, perhaps several, although it took me many years in some instances to step out the door and start my journey of a thousand miles. In the face of the power of conformity by others, the. The poem urges us to enter into a wild night in order to find our own voices and personality. It challenges us to reject a life that revolves solely around responsibility to others and living up to others’ expectations. The journey that Mary Oliver speaks of isn’t one perhaps that we all need to undertake for those who do, however, it is fraught, perilous and painful. The Mary Oliver poem, The Journey, is about transformation. Having said all of the above, the poem I’ve chosen to start this new series isn’t really an essay on the essence of nature, or at least, not on the surface level. Her style is accessible it’s not “clever”, full of obtuse words and hard-to-follow metre, but for all its simplicity, her poems, through their worship of nature, give us access to what is fundamental, divine and even sacred in our lives, or perhaps, what should be if it isn’t already. So to kick us off, I’ve chosen a poem by Mary Oliver, who isn’t exactly an obscure name she’s one of America’s best-selling poets, and you can find many a quote from her works on Pinterest and Instagram, but I discovered her only a few years ago. So I want to pass on some of these favourites, in the hopes that you, constant reader, will discover a new gem of your own. This video adds the YouTube video images at. Some of these poems have become touchstones in my life, and I revisit them regularly to refresh my dry and jaded sensibilities, or maybe my thirsting goals. The Journey as spoken by Mary Oliver at the National Women's Conference. I’ve just created this new regular feature for 2019, after re-reading some of my favourite poems it occurred to me that I’d discovered many of them by browsing around online on all sorts of sites, literary and otherwise.
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