into the wild night

I very recently read Mary Oliver’s poem, The Journey. All of her words laid out a familiar experience. It felt like she was writing for me. How did she know?

The Journey 
by 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.

multi-media on cradled birchwood panel
12 x 12 x 1.5 inches, sides are unpainted, waxed natural birch
$250.00 USD + shipping within the continental US.

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into the wild night

Includes cost of shipping within the continental US. If you’d like to ship to other locations, please contact me so that we can work out the details. Thank you!

$270.00

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