Judith Bowles

Absolutely. Absolutely.

Absolutely. Absolutely.

I do. But community is, it comes and goes. You know, in other words, we all talk about community so that we have a group that we think about, but it has to be nurtured.

I do. But community is, it comes and goes. You know, in other words, we all talk about community so that we have a group that we think about, but it has to be nurtured.

It has to be nurtured. And there's laughter, but you also have to look for it sometimes because it's not right at your doorstep every morning. Wouldn't that be nice if it were? You just open the door and you go, ah.

It has to be nurtured. And there's laughter, but you also have to look for it sometimes because it's not right at your doorstep every morning. Wouldn't that be nice if it were? You just open the door and you go, ah.

That's the funniest thing I've ever seen.

That's the funniest thing I've ever seen.

Okay. Well, sign off and be well.

Okay. Well, sign off and be well.

Can you read it? I'd be happy to read it, yes, and especially a good poem for now.

Can you read it? I'd be happy to read it, yes, and especially a good poem for now.

Wild geese, 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.

Wild geese, 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,

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. Well, that's a beauty.

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. Well, that's a beauty.

The thing that just kills me is tell me about despair, yours and mine. Yeah. yeah, it's a good poem. It's good. It's a good one. It's a good one. Okay. Well, love to everybody and keep heart. Yes. And have a little fun if you can. Yep. Love to you guys. Okay.

The thing that just kills me is tell me about despair, yours and mine. Yeah. yeah, it's a good poem. It's good. It's a good one. It's a good one. Okay. Well, love to everybody and keep heart. Yes. And have a little fun if you can. Yep. Love to you guys. Okay.