Good morning! It’s Wednesday. Whenever I need words of wisdom or a really good hug, I head down the field and into the woods leading to the wetlands surrounding the pond that’s a lake (that’s a pond).
Ah this was lovely - in some cranberry bogs near where I live, the property owner put lights on a large tree whose limbs reached to the sky. I call it my 'enchanted tree' as I feel so peaceful when I stand next to it and talk to it!
Lovely meditation and poem by the inimitable Mary Oliver. 🙏🏻 Reminds that while I regularly hugged the locust outside my window and a stately old Gingko on my walk, I’ve neglected them lately. Setting out to correct that today.
Mmm, yes, a more-than-apt description; could be my nametag: Hello My Name Is 'Where Am I?'
Broken pieces everywhere, not even all gathered up. With their leaves coming and going, and acorns and twigs strewn about, trees understand that, don't they?
I will re-read the poem several times to see where I could be, what I should be about. Mary Oliver always looked for ways to move forward.
Mary Oliver always has such wonderful words. Thank you for sharing.
I just knew it was heading toward Mary Oliver, where all good roads lead.
Ah this was lovely - in some cranberry bogs near where I live, the property owner put lights on a large tree whose limbs reached to the sky. I call it my 'enchanted tree' as I feel so peaceful when I stand next to it and talk to it!
Thank you Clara❤️
Lovely photo and poem. I am happiest when I am amongst the trees and love looking up at them seeing the sky peeking through their branches.
Lovely and glorious! After work, I am off to hug trees!!! Much love to all of you, my friends!
I am the Lauren. I speak for the trees.
Beautiful poem and photo! A sense of peace and love which I sorely need today.
This takes my breath!
Lovely meditation and poem by the inimitable Mary Oliver. 🙏🏻 Reminds that while I regularly hugged the locust outside my window and a stately old Gingko on my walk, I’ve neglected them lately. Setting out to correct that today.
That’s a lovely poem. Thank you.
Thank you. Every day, thank you.
What A wonderful way to start the day! Such a beautiful tree and poem!
"I am so distant from the hope of myself"
Mmm, yes, a more-than-apt description; could be my nametag: Hello My Name Is 'Where Am I?'
Broken pieces everywhere, not even all gathered up. With their leaves coming and going, and acorns and twigs strewn about, trees understand that, don't they?
I will re-read the poem several times to see where I could be, what I should be about. Mary Oliver always looked for ways to move forward.
I like that you picked up on that particular collection of words. It’s so easy to slip away from the hope of oneself, isn’t it?
Thank you, too, for sharing this magnificent step this morning.
Thank you Clara. Once again….❤️
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