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I do look forward to reading your recovery story at some point Katie_Kaboom. I accept that I may not read it in Dec, 2008 or even Dec, 2009 because recovery speaks in its own voice and follows its own schedule. And yet, I have no doubt that I will read it when it is ready to be read. To everything, there is a season.

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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.

~ Mary Oliver ~</center>

See Also:
[*] Schizophrenia & The Hero's Journey
[*] Visionary Experience & Culture

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