Chicken Shit Bingo
Do you make New Year’s resolutions? I don’t usually but I do think about what I did last year and what I would like to accomplish this coming year. I have a written marketing plan for my business. Not my personal life. I probably should do that. Its a big probably. Quinn McDonald, QuinnCreative, wrote today and included a poem that resonated with me. I hope it does with you also.
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 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.
Off on another adventure today, Austin Farmer’s Market, Chicken Shit Bingo with Dale Watson, musician, and possibly the Historical Museum. We will make a nice dinner with friends and maybe more music. It has been a great vacation.
