There are books in Norman's guestroom - that alone makes me smile.
One on the bedstand is called "Ten poems to change your life"
One of those poems was the Song of Myself by Walt Whitman, which I have been trying to read since Rob Brezny recommended it a few weeks ago
And one was The Journey - for the first time, I really understood what Anne was going through all those years ago - that made me smile - I need to go through that myself a little...
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.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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