I’m reading, Present-over-Perfect, Leaving Behind Frantic For a Simpler, More Soulful Way of Living, by Shauna Niequist.
I am deeply absorbed in this book, reading a little at a time so as to feel the full impact of the words, taking notes, reading passages aloud to my husband.
I cheated and skipped ahead to look at the last chapter.
The book ends with the poem, “The Journey” by Mary Oliver.
And these are my favorite lines.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
as 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.