“Do stones feel?
Do they love their life?
Or does their patience drown out everything else?
When I walk on the beach I gather a few
white ones, dark ones, the multiple colors.
Don’t worry, I say, I’ll bring you back, and I do.
Is the tree as it rises delighted with its many
branches,
each one like a poem?
Are the clouds glad to unburden their bundles of rain?
Most of the world says no, no, it’s not possible.
I refuse to think to such a conclusion.
Too terrible it would be, to be wrong.” – Mary Oliver
My darlings, a beautiful passage this morning from poet, Mary Oliver – a reminder to allow our souls to open, to embrace the glory of each day and let the ‘always new’ be our path.
Do stones find love within the stream? Do trees rise delighted in their being? Do wishes gather upon dandelion ‘wings’?
Oh, my loves – we may never know. But for now, isn’t it lovely to believe it so?
Namaste, my darlings ~ may the blessings of this day find their roots within your soul.
❤️