‘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