It’s common these days to open a newspaper and see a story that just makes me wonder about humanity.
This weekend i read in The Independent Sunday that Westminster Council want to ban ‘nuisance’ soup runs as they are a threat to public order. They have come up with a plan that allows food to be given out if it is for promotion - ie a pot noodle, but not food free food to the vulnerable. Sigh.
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Wild Geese – Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
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