Dear all,

I’m simply too tired. It’s been a very, very long day. I woke up around 5 am. Couldn’t really sleep anymore. Worked from about 8 am to way too late. I wanted to write about trust. But I can’t seem to find the words. I call my mum. She says: “there’s a lot going on in your mind and heart as I can read through your blogs.”

And yes, there is. But it’s not scary. I’m willing to share, engage and break open that one wild life I have been given. But not today. Today I am simply sharing the poem I just read and that brought tears to my eyes.

It might be just me pms’ing, or I am just tired and therefore emotional. Either way, it’s worth sharing. Just as the picture. It’s been in my media uploads for weeks now. Just hadn’t found a day yet to share it. So here it is after all. With that poem that just made me cry.

Goodnight, people. Sleep well, world. Be safe. I’ll greet you with fresh energy again tomorrow.

Lead

by Mary Oliver

Here is a story
to break your heart.
Are you willing?
This winter
the loons came to our harbor
and died, one by one,
of nothing we could see.
A friend told me
of one on the shore
that lifted its head and opened
the elegant beak and cried out
in the long, sweet savoring of its life
which, if you have heard it,
you know is a sacred thing,
and for which, if you have not heard it,
you had better hurry to where
they still sing.
And, believe me, tell no one
just where that is.
The next morning
this loon, speckled
and iridescent and with a plan
to fly home
to some hidden lake,
was dead on the shore.
I tell you this
to break your heart,
by which I mean only
that it break open and never close again
to the rest of the world.