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.
Monthly Archives: January 2005
What’s a gigglefern?
To understand you must be willing to indulge in romantic flights of fancy … to have felt magic in the woods and enchantment in the rain. Imagine being deep in a redwood grove, mossed over and alive with ferns that stand as high as your head. It’s raining and the ferns are happy. They glisten and they glow and yes … they even giggle. We heard them and we’ll never be the same.
Once upon a time we had a dream to live among these ferns and run the Blue Heron Kayak School and the Giggling Fern Café. But life evolves and so did that dream. One thing didn’t change: a wish that there will always be herons to lead us down the river while ferns giggle secretly along the bank, and that we never lose our ability to dream.
