When I come to the end of the day, sometimes weary of election messes and tired, crabby children, and so much laundry, I like to look around the internet for pretty things. Silly, but true. And, sometimes, there is a poem or an image or a post that speaks to what I am thinking better than I could say it. Today, it was Mary Oliver. I took the pictures, in our yard (above), at Silas' school (below), and at our cabin (aspen at bottom). Xo!
When I Am Among the Trees
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks, and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,”
they say, “and you, too, have come
into the world to do this, to go easy,
to be filled with light, and to shine.”
~ Mary Oliver (From her collection Thirst)