Sometimes, in difficult moments, I turn to this poem.

I actually read it to my creative team the day I was laid off—partly to soothe them, mostly to soothe myself. It’s one of those pieces that always brings me back to center.

Sharing it here in case anyone else needs a breath, a pause, or a little reminder of their place in the world.

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“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver

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.