How I Go To The Woods
Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on top of the dune as motionless as an uproar of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unbearable sound of the roses singing.
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If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.
-Mary Oliver
Thank you for allowing us to walk in the woods with you. RIP.
smagik 