in the family of things

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 Oliver

I feel my place when I am here, nestled in the valley... surrounded by my mountains.
An ever welcoming embrace.
Snow found it's way to us Saturday morning, during our stay in Banff. Not much, but enough to cover the pine needles on the tall trees and the footprints from the visiting moose. Snow has a way of hiding what once was, only to reveal it again when the thaw comes. It doesn't disappear. It only sleeps. :)