283. Wildness {A Meeting by Mary Oliver}

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Episode Transcript

LC (00:00):
Hello there.

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I have been a little bit off thegrid.
Working through some thingsmyself.
And continuing.
Do you do what I need to do tocome home to myself?
Including rethinking the podcastand letting it sort of show me
the next.

(00:21):
Steps in it's production.
So.
I am going to be doing a serieson numerology.
That is going to go deeper.
It will explain sort of.
Where it came from a little bit,but mostly how to use the
numbers to look at.

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Oneself.
I'm looking forward to that.
So do stay tuned.
I will have a tarot card for useach beginning of the month.
And I will be doing other kindsof series and dropping other
kinds of thoughts that I havethrough life along the way.
Now.

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I really desire to share.
Uh, random selected poem.
Bye Mary Oliver.
So I'm opening my book right nowas we speak.
As I speak.
And this is the poem.
That I opened to.
It's called.
Uh, meeting.
She steps into the dark swampwhere the long wait and.

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The secret slippery packagedrops to the weeds.
She leans her long neck andtongues it between breaths,
slack with exhaustion.
And after a while it rises andbecomes a creature like her, but
much smaller.
So now there are two.
And they walked together like adream under the trees.

(01:51):
In early June at the edge of afield thick with pink and yellow
flowers, I meet them.
I can only stare.
She is the most beautiful womanI have ever seen.
Her child leaps among theflowers, the blue of the sky
falls over me like silk, theflowers burn.

(02:13):
And I want to live my life allover again.
To begin again.
To be utterly.
Wild.
Oh, Okay.
This is absolutely.
Amazing as all of them.

(02:34):
The natural world brings us.
So much more into ourselves thenI think for me, anything else
has anyway.
I love how Mary says she is themost beautiful woman I have ever
seen this.
Animal who's just given birth.
And then now there are two and.

(02:57):
It's like every single moment.
Every single.
Moment.
We can desire.
With every part of ourselves tobegin again.
To live life all over again.
And to be utterly.
Wild.
What does that even mean?

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I think to me, wild means to be.
In and all of ourselves by andfor ourselves.
That's it.
Every thing I do is because.
I am me.
That's what it means to be wildto me, I'm just me.

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And I'm I'm doing what.
The me that is this thing inthis body.
Is doing.
That has to be wild and to bewild.
It is to be free.
I think there's a misconceptionabout wildness.
And that being wildest, beinglike unruly and breaking rules,

(04:03):
breaking the law, doing thingsthat are destructive.
And that's not the case.
That's not wild.
To be wild as to truly be freewithin oneself.
So that.
Whatever moves me.
Is me.
Whatever.
Direction I'm taking it'sbecause.
I moved from within.

(04:23):
From that something within.
Not against anything.
Not even for anything simply I'mmoving and the way that I'm
moving.
I'm going to read that poemagain.
Take another, listen, it'scalled.
A meeting.
She steps into the dark swampwhere the long wait and.

(04:44):
The secret slippery packagedrops into the weeds.
She leans her neck long andtongues that between breaths,
slack with exhaustion.
And after a while it rises andbecomes a creature like her.
But much smaller.
So now there are two.
And they will walk together likea dream under the trees.

(05:07):
In early June.
At the edge of a field thickwith pink and yellow flowers, I
meet them.
I can only stare.
She is the most beautiful womanI've ever seen.
Her child leaps among theflowers.
The blue of the sky falls overme like silk.
The flowers burn.

(05:28):
And I want to live my life allover again.
To begin again.
To be utterly.
Wild.
Until next time I'm sending allthe love.
And while this.
And then some more.
We'll talk soon.