“Sometimes there are no words to help one’s courage. Sometimes you just have to jump. When a life is too controlled, there becomes less and less life to control.”
— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from “Women who Run with the Wolves,” c. 1992
Give us back that simple guilt,
that red ache that came from lying
to our mothers. Look at you,
luxuriating in the bathwater of shame.
It’s lovely, isn’t it, to pity yourself
your unconscionable choices, to look
in the mirror at your doe eyes,
your mouths ripe and pitiably slack?
“It’s not the weight you carry but how you carry it –
books, bricks, grief –
it’s all in the way
you embrace it, balance it, carry it when you cannot, and would not,
put it down.”
— Mary Oliver, from “Heavy”, published in “Thirst: Poems”