Becoming more Me

 

 

The beauty of the Seattle school is its attendees have beautiful wording.

I have a mentor at the school who has been emailing me about what is to come and answering questions I have regarding the school. My mentor replied the other day with this beautiful poem and encouragement.

 

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.

Peace to you, Rachel. You are taking a step to becoming more you, and I am glad. 

 

I almost cried reading this because I knew I will be experiencing many of the emotions that the poem describes. Everyone I have talked to describes the first year as one of many changes, disturbances, and an unraveling of sorts. That sounds terrifying, right?

 

Even though it scares the crap out of me, I am so ready for it. I am ready to face the first year and see what becomes of me after a year. I already feel myself becoming more of me, but I know this time next year I will be even more of the individual I want to be and should be. Great journeys are to come; I hope you continue to follow me on it.



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