Today, I just want to share a poem I love, and some photos to go with it. I love Mary Oliver’s poetry, and feel that she expresses so much of what I feel and think about the world. If I was only writing this blog to myself, I would probably post one of her poems every day, until I ran out. Instead, I ordered Wild Geese for myself yesterday.
How I go to the woods
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”
― Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
Have you taken a walk in the woods lately? This is something we have been doing as a family (whether in the woods or in the fields nearby) most afternoons and early evenings, now that the days are blissfully long. It is pure refreshment for my spirit. I do sometimes need to ask that the air not be filled with words by my favorite little chatterbox. That instead, we listen, look, smell, and feel. It’s what I look forward to all day long.