|Lilies from Heaven||
I am probably one of Ann Voscamp's biggest fans (if you can call someone who reads her blog and her books a fan), and she does have some wonderful things to say about parenting. Take a look at both of these blog posts and tell me what you think.
One of my own poems.
It is what call you...
what calls to you.
it is hiding from me,
I am hidden,
in the veils of
I forgot or refuse to go
the few steps.
On a clear day
I see it
kindling my imagination,
reconfirming my witness.
Here is another poem which sustains me. I read it whenver my anxieties and doubts about my capacity as a teacher, a mother, a wife looms large. It has become terribly important as a reminder of the central importance of hearing the stories of students, my children, my husband and telling my own. It also tells the value of silence while staring into a swirling snowstorm and hearing its story. It is a poem of solace, hope, imagination and rumination - Why I have become and continue to do my life.
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 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.
Virginia Hanslien is wife to one. Mom to three. Finder of all things lost. Lover of good books, period pieces, fine tea, and Jane Austen. Believer. Dreamer. Seeker of Light.