This - I said to Percy when I had left our bed and gone out onto the living room couch where he found me apparently doing nothing – this is called thinking. It’s something people do, not being entirely children of the earth, like a dog or a tree or a flower. His eyes questioned such an activity…Actually I like kissing better.
A Year's Rising with Mary Oliver's Poems
January 1, 2010 - April 23, 2011
Oh Mary and readers, we are at our last poem together and it is one where I resist her words. This happens so rarely. For I feel that people are entirely children of this earth. Our thinking is as the sap rising in the tree and a dog drooling. Maybe if I had the gift of genius of words that Mary had, I too would feel a separation from life around me. For how can words capture the kiss of the morning sun upon one’s face and the caress of the wind or a feathered wing?
I suppose they can’t, but they do remind us where the path is.
So I thank you Mary for this time together, for keeping me on the path to see beauty, tragedy, interconnection - reality - in all moments.
And now I think I will lay down my pen, and go and kiss the ground and hug a tree - my future and always daily nature meditation.
What might you share with others here about your experience of Mary’s poems and our shared reflections?
What is your daily nature meditation?