After a rainy winter, the hills are green now. Another walk in the woods truly reminds me of one of Mary Oliver’s poems.
It’s a bliss to see trees turning green again, new leaves emerging, and buds smiling in the sun. Trees are true retreats. If you know how to speak to them, how to listen to them, you can learn many truths of life. They do not preach bigger philosophies, they preach the ancient laws of life, about simplicity, about purpose, about fulfillment.
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.” – Mary Oliver
Wishing everyone a lovely weekend!