Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Virgo: wisdom, garnered in the fields of experience

I am not a big fan of birthdays, either because I frequently forget those of the ones I love or because I dislike the inordinate amount of attention it brings to me one day out of every year.

Today, I sat in some small amount of dejection before the computer, said to Jos I was having a hard time escaping. He responded, "That's because the computer is negative energy." This, soon after Joe suggested I flee to the woods. So the boy and I fled into the arms of grasshoppers and apple trees, shared river logs with garter snakes and the path with something Jos called a mole and likened to a Bidoof in Pokemon, and which I can only guess was a woodchuck or beaver.  We fled into the living peace I needed and few understand better than Mary Oliver.
For you, Ame, and anyone else that can't flee in this moment:

When I Am Among the 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."

Happy Birthday.

3 comments:

Family Blog said...

Thank you Jen. Thank you for you. Happy Birthday, soul sista.
I hope you had a wonderful walk!

Anita said...

Happy Birthday:)

Thanks for sharing the poem. That last part was my favorite, I could read that over and over on days like this.

GGV said...

Hey there - having recently returned from visiting family and friends in Indiana, I too relish a quiet walk in the woods and find salvation in books and poets' musings. I am delighted when the phone doesn't ring and there are quiet moments when nothing is expected of me. I hope that, from time to time, you can find respite in quiet lunches and idle chatter about important and unimportant things - by visiting a house on a hill where there are friendly greetings and no expectations. We love you, Jen and trust your time among whispering trees and garter snakes brought you peace. joeandjan