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, Thirst
I read this poem to Adam on the way up North. It makes me think of him. Have you ever read a poem and thought "if only I could write poetry like that, that is what I would say." Yeah, me too.
We are home... Vermont was great. So much to share... stay tuned for more pictures and stories ahead. This photo was taken on the road to Adam's grandmother's house. Can you imagine?
