Taking Care of Self

So tired!

I spent the whole day, 7 hours straight, training a room of sexual assault advocates for hospital accompaniment.  We spent a lot of time talking about the history of the movement, why we do this work, how to be present with a survivor, and, inevitably, self-preservation from vicarious trauma.

My most emphatic advice today was to a) always believe the survivor, unconditionally and b) take at least one hour DAILY to immerse yourself in something you love and that reminds you of the beauty and wonder of this world and that brings you peace — no matter what you have to do to make it happen!

Now that i’m back in the work I love — I have to take my own advice more than I ever have before.  I love blogging.  It brings me peace and you guys remind me of all that is wonderful and beautiful in this world.

Thanks!

The Journey

The Journey

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