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.”
The above words are from Mary Oliver in response to a day similar to the one I had recently in Vermont. The photo is from that day. The skies were grey and heavy and the trees aglow with the light as if they had drunk it all up. There is something about the change of seasons that can help with changes in my life, allowing me to feel an inner rhythm that expects and accepts change.
Mary Oliver’s poetry will be the inspiration for the new three session series that begins next Tuesday. You can read a full description on the schedule page.