“Andy Holiner loved this poem. We often referenced the “soft animal of the body,” either when we were petting our dogs or when we were reminding each other to be gentler with ourselves. Thank you for coming to support me and each other and to share memories of Andy. It means a lot to me.” Annie Philips
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.
Mary Jane Oliver (1935-2019), American poet plus a National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize recipient. Nature was her muse inspired from her lifelong passion for solitary walks in the wild.