Landscape

Isnt it plain the sheets of moss, except that

they have no tongues, could lecture

all day if they wanted about

spiritual patience? Isn't it clear

the black oaks along the path are standing

as though they were the most fragile of flowers?

Every morning I walk like this around

the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart

ever close, I am as good as dead.

Every morning, so far, I'm alive. And now

the crows break off from the rest of darkness

and burst up into the sky--as though

all night they had thought of what they would like

their lives to be, and imagined

their strong, thick wings.

Mary Oliver (naturally)

Send my letters to the park.

On sunny days we sit on Peter Pan's outpost and read aloud from our favorite books.

Sailboats! Tugboats! A barge!

The joys of 60 degrees in February.

Buna would tell me something like this

"Păzeşte-ţi inima mai mult de cît orice, căci din ea ies izvoarele vieţii"

...your precious, precious heart is the wellspring of life and you need to protect it.

yellow buttons.

I will try.

I will step from the house to see what I see

and hear and I will praise it.

Mary Oliver

It's raining so perfectly outside, and my soundtrack is full of songs about the sea. I plan on spending the day with books and a laughing friend. Today I'm remembering sweetness and soundness. I took a long walk this morning, and felt momentum again, a bearing. I've got yellow buttons in a glass on my desk, and I'm thinking that it's okay for life to move on.

She said give it air and sun. Don't pick at it, let it heal.