A poem by Mary Oliver. (1935 -2019)
I came upon this today while my son was doing his final packing for university and London (UCL) and it lifted me up. I hope it will do the same for you. I would like to illustrate it in my own way, I may do that, perhaps you will, too!?
I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall —
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.