There’s so much fear in the workplace. Fear of automation, fear of foreign workers stealing jobs, fear of the youth coming up from behind.
Fear is a good motivator but it’s also paralysing.
Mary Oliver died this week. I didn’t know her poems until she died. As we’ve discussed before, I get all my news from the obituaries. But I’m going to hang this poem above my desk:
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 your 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.