WHEN I AM AMONG THE TREES

by Mary Oliver from Thirst (Beacon Press)

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."

I have a blog :)

I don't know why I stopped writing my blog. perhaps I was too overwhelmed with social media. Perhaps it was a family member finding out I went on a trip with my mother and harassing me about it. Perhaps I thought I had nothing to offer- no focus- but f' it- Namaste Bitches.

I have a blog and Ill blog if I want to.   I am mostly now interested in birds and clouds and quiet- slowness. and looking for someone with a Winnebago like this one- or a silver liner- I want to visit all the state parks, I'd look good in a park ranger hat.  http://www.wearesuperfamous.com/tag/streamliner/

I have nothing to sell... I am not that good with computers and I don't want to work anymore.... any ideas?