To Walk Amongst the Trees.

“When I am among the trees,” writes poet, Mary Oliver “they give off such hints of gladness.”

My darlings, and just how could we dare to walk amongst them and never once feel their glory? So absent our very own hearts that we miss the miracle before us.

With branches strewn wildly towards heaven, they capture the light in delicate pockets to cast their intricate patterns against our feet.

And yet, most remain oblivious — oblivious to the grace that is extended so unconditionally.

“When I am among the trees,” she writes. “I would almost say that they save me, and daily.”

My darlings, it is this gift that flows so freely from their branches that reminds us of our purpose here.

To “go slowly and stay awhile” — amongst the rustling of leaves and trails marked in morning light.

To find our space tucked safely beneath the trees — with heart enough to let our soul shine.

WHEN I AM AMONG TREES by Mary Oliver

“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.”

About

Tara Lemieux is a mindful wanderer, and faithful stargazer. Although she often appears to be listening with great care, rest assured she is most certainly‘forever lost in thought. She is an ardent explorer and lover of finding things previously undiscovered or at the very least mostly not-uncovered.

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