Here's to the Fools Who Dream

scrooge2008

I have also found Mary Oliver's poetry so inspiring on this journey and love to dip into her words.

Wild Geese

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.

A friend of mine is getting her bathroom done and we got a cheap deal to stay at a seaside bed and breakfast, for a few days, while the workmen were in her home. It reminds me of happy, childhood holidays at my granny's house. It is so old fashioned and a 50 mph east wind is howling off the sea and the rain is pounding at the windows.

I am lying in a huge four posted bed, typing this, with a hot water bottle and two duvets, still in my pyjamas. It is 3.15 in the afternoon and it feels like I am in an antiquated heaven. I did not know these kind of places still existed. I am getting breakfast, dinner and tea in bed and I am not sick, the joys. We are already planning to come back. Who needs a five star hotel in Lanzarote :))))))))).