Mostly a Quiet Time this Evening
Hello dear readers:
For those who know me, you understand that it is through poetry, where I find renewal. Without fanfare I offer this poem today.
In Blackwater Woods by Mary Oliver
Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars
of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,
the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders
of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is
nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side
is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever knowTo live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold itagainst your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
With so many thanks to all of you, dear readers. Life is good. Take care and live fully.
Warmest wishes and gentle hugs to you all. See you next week, Trudy
Beautiful!!! Thanks Trudy. Your words always hit the right spot.
Holding you in my heart…as always.
Love you.
N xo
Love ya Sista-
Mom would say ‘it’s beautiful as usual’ 💕
Oh Trudy, thank you – what a beautiful way to close this day … life IS good. Sending love and light
May the renewal of poetry continue to bring you joy Trudy. I think your Mom and Mary Oliver would have had much to talk about 🙂 xoxox Jan
I encountered this poem for the first time. I read it repeatedly to understand. It directly came into my heart. Thank you and hugs.
Just beautiful Trudy. Sending you so much love.
Patti
Thinking of you today while in my garden, “even the pines want to sing your name, with their leaves of wire” (Neruda, from Aqui te Amo)
Take good care of yourself and let nature nurture you.