Over the past few days, friends and clients have shared with me their thoughts about Melissa’s essay, The Undertow. One person said that she was reminded of the following poem, which echoes the struggle Melissa wrote of. . .
The Journey
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.
I especially like the lines,
You knew what you had to do. . .
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own
As with Melissa, as with so many of us (all of us really), there are “voices” that cause us to doubt our abilities and ourselves. Voices that paralyze us. Voices that “sound” real and yet, the fears they instill in us are remote possibilities at best, illusory at worst. And, still, we give them power.
Melissa was able to quiet the violent whispers of doubt and simply mother Bella. She knew what she had to do.
What is something that you know you have to do, yet, haven’t mustered the courage because you’ve paid too much attention to the “voices” that say “don’t. . .why bother?”
Why do you give them power?
Are there voices you’re ignoring? Voices that speak of work that generates curiosity and excitement?
What would your daily life look like, if you quieted the voices that sabotage you and instead welcomed the voices that encourage you to risk?
Why not. . .begin to do today what you know you have to do and let that be your legacy for this day. . .and then, take it up again tomorrow. . .and tomorrow. . .
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