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30 minutes ago

Someday I'll coordinate my sketches with books, but for now, here's Felicity by Mary Oliver and my sister's cat Penelope. In this collection of poetry, Oliver reflects on the wonder of connection and what it means to love another human being. I was grinning ear to ear while reading her poems about meeting Molly for the first time. Maybe what I love most about her is that she gives voice to the quiet moments that aren't necessarily "events" but matter just as much. . . . . #felicity #maryoliver #bookstagram #booklover #bookclub #bookish #instabooks #booktherapy #bibliophile #femaleauthors #womenauthors #feministbooks #feministreads #queer #gay #lesbian #bisexual #pan #lgbt #lgbtq #queerlit #queerauthors #queerpoetry #queerliterature #lgbtbooks

1 hour ago

"When I walk out into the world, I take no thoughts with me. That’s not easy, but you can learn to do it. An empty mind is hungry, so you can look at everything longer, and closer. Don’t hum! When you listen with empty ears, you hear more. And this is the core of the secret: Attention is the beginning of devotion." -Mary Oliver . 📸 @jared.paul . . . . . #getoutside #visitwyoming #gannettpeak #outdoorwoman #howloften #tjexplores #maryoliver #rei1440project #eddiebauer #whyihike #contest #liveyouradventure #maryoliver #womenwhohike #womenwhoexplore #sheexplores #likeamountaingirl

1 hour ago

⠀ To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work. ⠀ ― Mary Oliver.⠀ .⠀ Globe Thistle (Echinops bannaticus), a cultivated favorite of coastal Maine gardens, with Bombus ternarius bumbling around.⠀ .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ .⠀ #Echinopsbannaticus #globethistle #bumblebee #thistle #asteraceae #botany #gobotany #inaturalist #appreciation #naturalhistory #naturalist #nature #observation #curiosity #tracking #storytelling #maryoliver #maine #cultivatedplants #gardenofthegods #thuyagarden #northeastharbor #mdi #mountdesertisland #downeast #maryoliverquotes #wildlife_seekers #notice #naturalistics #podcasts

2 hours ago

'August of another summer, and once again  I am drinking the sun. [...] Soon now, I'll turn and start for home.  And who knows, maybe I'll be singing.' #maryoliver #beforesunset #carridesandmusic 🛤🚘

2 hours ago

“Sometimes the desire to be lost again, as long ago, comes over me like a vapor. With growth into adulthood, responsibility claimed me, so many heavy coats. I didn’t choose them, I don’t fault them, but it took time to reject them. Now in the spring I kneel, I put my face into the packets of violets, the dampness, the freshness, the sense of ever-ness. Something is wrong, I know it, if I don’t keep my attention on eternity. May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the wind-flower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis with the greatest respect. Attention is the beginning of devotion.” ▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️ Excerpt from Upstream by Mary Oliver ▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️ Photograph by Louise Dahl-Wolfe Harper Bazaar, May 1947 . . . . #vintageisnow #louisedahlwolfe #foundcollectiveavl #828isgreat #shopsmallavl #ashevillefolk #lastdaysofsummer #1940sfashion #maryoliver

3 hours ago

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on a river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects and the birds, all those who do their work in darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better. #nature #poem #photography #naturephotography #landscapephotography #forests #Oklahoma #maryoliver #poetry #woods #alt #photographer #naturephoto

4 hours ago

Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment, the long tapers of cattails are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders of the ponds, and every pond, no matter what its name is, is nameless now. Every year everything I have ever learned in my lifetime leads back to this: the fires and the black river of loss whose other side is salvation, whose meaning none of us will ever know. To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. “In Blackwater Woods” by Mary Oliver, from American Primitive. © Back Bay Books, 1983.

6 hours ago

WHEN I AM AMONG THE TREES 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." ~by Mary Oliver from Thirst

9 hours ago

“And What has consciousness come to anyway, so far, that is better than these light filled bodies? All day on the airy backbones they toss in the wind, they bend as though it was natural and godly to bend, they rise in stiff sweetness, in the pure peace of giving one’s gold away.” • • • #summer #inspiration #sky #blue #beach #florida #beauty #beautiful #artisteyes #nature #naturelovers #happy #happiness #happyyogi #inspiredyogis #payattention #look #poetry #poem #maryoliver #instamood #instagood #curiosity #daily

14 hours ago

This eclipse season brought up lots of my old darkness. I have found myself confronted with my shadow self on more than one occasion - overcome with fear, self doubt, anxiety, and righteous anger in the wake of injustices and hurt (perceived and real) inflicted upon me by others. Sometimes I have been aware of what’s going on as it happens, but more often than not it takes a little while for my Spirit to catch up, for my Higher Self to come to the table and remind the scared little girl (or teenage girl, I think) that everything is okay, that we are loved, that the world is beautiful, and that these dark spots, these hurts, can be a gift, helping me stay on the beam, so long as a regard them that way and do not get lost in the dark for too long. . The work I do with other women is informed 100% by my own healing work. I guide from a place of experience, eager to share the tools that have worked for me with others. This month I have been acutely aware of the balance between surrendering to God’s timing and the ways in which I keep myself stuck in old patterns that no longer serve me. If you are ready to get out of your own way to let Spirit really do its work in and through you, join us! The August Women’s Circle is tomorrow morning at 10am and I’d love to have you there. . Click the link in bio for more information about tomorrow’s and future events. . #arianakmacpherson #poet #writer #womensguide #healer #divine #gratitude #womenscircle #wildheart #loveletter #writing #lovewarrior #writersofinstagram #love #instapoet #creativewriting #spiritual #recovery #sober #woman #poetsofinstagram #instawriters #wedorecover #goddess #affirmation #maryoliver

14 hours ago

Solar Masquerade Metamorphosis Ephemeral

14 hours ago

Tree Wisdom SunSong Sung

16 hours ago

“Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful than the way the sun, every evening, relaxed and easy, floats toward the horizon and into the clouds or the hills, or the rumpled sea, and is gone - and how it slides again out of the blackness, every morning, on the other side of the world, like a red flower streaming upward on its heavenly oils, say, on a morning in early summer, at its perfect imperial distance - and have you ever felt for anything such wild love - do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun reaches out, as it warms you as you stand there, empty-handed - or have you too turned from this world - or have you gone crazy for power, for things?” - Mary Oliver #maryoliver #poetry #sunset #sunsetchaser #cloudwatchers #slowliving #theartofslowliving

17 hours ago

the very first step toward reducing your waste? - - - start paying attention. shop as you normally would, but this time, really take notice of the products you’re reaching for. why are you buying what you buy? if it’s in a plastic package, is there a glass alternative? how about an unpackaged alternative? is it feasible to make it yourself? don’t feel any guilt about your shopping habits at this point- rome wasn’t built in a day and you can’t go zerowaste in a day either. just simply observe and question your own habits as a consumer. see what comes up. - - #mindfulness #maryoliver #bigmagic #wendellberry #journeytozerowaste #withlessplastic #plasticfreejuly #ecoconscious #consciousconsumer #fashionrevolution #fashrev #ethicalbusiness #ethicalhour #zerowastegoals #zerowastetips #trashisfortossers #phoenixville #yayforearth

18 hours ago

she is the only thing that goes as deep as i do.

18 hours ago

i thought of you today when i saw the moon romantic but far off a light in the dark that’s never near me. - savannah leigh b.

18 hours ago

...When I stop, I realize what has been taken from me... I scream, I lose my breath, I suffocate. . ...My nipple, my hair, my energy, my words, my memory, my livelihood, my heart. . ...When I stop again, I realize what I’ve gained, Then I go on. . “Someone I loved gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” -Mary Oliver

19 hours ago

Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives -- tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like? Do you think this world was only an entertainment for you? Never to enter the sea and notice how the water divides with perfect courtesy, to let you in! Never to lie down on the grass, as though you were the grass! Never to leap to the air as you open your wings over the dark acorn of your heart! No wonder we hear, in your mournful voice, the complaint that something is missing from your life! Who can open the door who does not reach for the latch? Who can travel the miles who does not put one foot in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself continually? Who will behold the inner chamber who has not observed with admiration, even with rapture, the outer stone? Well, there is time left -- fields everywhere invite you into them. And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away from wherever you are, to look for your soul? Quickly, then, get up, put on your coat, leave your desk! To put one's foot into the door of the grass, which is the mystery, which is death as well as life, and not be afraid! To set one's foot in the door of death, and be overcome with amazement! To sit down in front of the weeds, and imagine god the ten-fingered, sailing out of his house of straw, nodding this way and that way, to the flowers of the present hour, to the song falling out of the mockingbird's pink mouth, to the tippets of the honeysuckle, that have opened in the night To sit down, like a weed among weeds, and rustle in the wind! Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?

19 hours ago

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. . . . . #maryoliver #wildgeese #maryoliverpoetry #grief #thisisgrief

20 hours ago

One Or Two Things - Mary Oliver 1 Don't bother me I've just been born. 2 The butterfly's loping flight carries it through the country of the leaves delicately, and well enough to get it where it wants to go, wherever that is, stopping here and there to fuzzle the damp throats of flowers and the black mud; up and down it swings, frenzied and aimless; and sometimes for long delicious moments it is perfectly lazy, riding motionless in the breeze of the soft stalk of some ordinary flower 3 The god of dirt came up to me many times and said so many wise and delectable things; I lay on the grass listening to his dog voice, crow voice, frog voice; now he said, and now, and never once mentioned forever, 4 which has nevertheless always been, like a sharp iron hoof, at the center of my mind. 5 One or two things are all you need to travel over the blue pond, over the deep roughage of the trees and through the stiff flowers of lightning --- some deep memory of pleasure, some cutting knowledge of pain. 6 But to lift the hoof! For that you need an idea. 7 For years and years I struggled just to love my life. And then the butterfly rose, weightless, in the wind. "Don't love your life too much," it said, and vanished into the world. #monarchbutterfly #maryoliver #poetry #butterflies #chestercountypa

20 hours ago

“So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.” #maryoliver

20 hours ago

I am in love with Ocean lifting her thousands of white hats in the chop of the storm, or lying smooth and blue, the loveliest bed in the world. -mary oliver {ocean} . . . After having recently been alerted to the fact that I may like the ocean more than I let on, I find it fitting to post this piece from Mary Oliver. I don't love the ocean - that's still reserved for mountains and trees - but I do like it a lot. • . . . #kannephotography #quotes #goodquotes #maryoliver #englishliterature #poetry #ocean #blue #shadesofblue #waves #surf #westcoast #coast #california #ca #adventure #explore #wanderlust #summer #memories #color #photography #photooftheday #instagood #instadaily #instagram #visualsoflife #visualsoflifeinstagram

21 hours ago

“...Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, The world offers itself to your imagination, Calls to you like the wild geese, Harsh and exciting, Over and over announcing your place In the family of things” #maryoliver #wildgeese #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #lonelytogether #Universe #familyofthings #nature #earthgirl #yogisofinstagram #girlswithdimples #girlswithcurls #greeneyes #godsbeautyiseverywhere #groundyourself #findyourlight #findyourbalance #losangeles #california

21 hours ago

“Where do I live? If I had no address, as many people do not, I could nevertheless say that I lived in the same town as the lilies of the field, and the still waters. Spring, and all through the neighborhood now there are strong men tending flowers. Beauty without purpose is beauty without virtue. But all beautiful things, inherently, have this function - to excite the viewers toward sublime thought. Glory to the world, that good teacher. Among the swans there is none called the least, or the greatest. I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed. As for the body, it is solid and strong and curious and full of detail; it wants to polish itself; it wants to love another body; it is the only vessel in the world that can hold, in a a mix of power and sweetness: words, song, gesture, passion, ideas, ingenuity, devotion, merriment, vanity, and virtue. Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.” . . . #maryoliver #poetry #poems #keepsomeroominyourheartfortheunimaginable // #lovehiveyoga #💛🐝 #lovemylovehive #lovehive #yogahome // #community #gratitude #kindness #yogaeverydamnday 💛 #yoga #love 🐝 #pdxyoga #portlandyoga #portlandyogascene #portland #fitness #meditation #yogi #namaste #health #wellness #yogalife #yogalove #yogainspiration #motivation #mindfulness

21 hours ago

This delicious image posted by @originmagazine and created by @earthbabyflowers inspired this thought for today...”Breathe it all in... love it all out.”- Mary Oliver. How can you not breathe in all of nature’s exquisite beauty? And how can you not LOVE all of the stunning colors,patterns and textures that are all around us. The loveliness captured in this image needs to totally become a painting!!! #quoteoftheday #quotestoliveby #quotesaboutlife #maryoliver #floraldesign #floralartist #floralart

22 hours ago

I’d had Mary Oliver’s Thirst checked out from the library for a while, waiting for the right time to read it. Finally, after chatting to my girlfriend over Skype, feeling content, I made myself a coffee and sat down with the collection. Within these pages is so much beauty, grief, love for nature, and love for God. Now, I’m not particularly religious, but still I found Oliver’s prayer-like poems beautiful. I’m now even more keen to seek out more of her work, after loving her essays as well. #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #books #igread #instabooks #instareads #Thirst #MaryOliver #poetry

23 hours ago

I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? #❤️ #mykindofprayer #beautifullithuania #grass #field #wildflowers #foresthorizon #hilltop #thesummerday #maryoliver #poetry #eveningsky #pinksunset

23 hours ago

“Someone I love once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.” #MaryOliver 🌲time with family is something I have been most intentionally not taking for granted since my Mom got sick. Last week was special. Family time at this place. The bond between myself, my brothers, + my Dad is something that’s taken me a long time to admit I am thankful for. This is because in being thankful for a relationship that I likely never would have had without this disease, I feel that I’m giving Alzheimer’s the “ok”...I feel like I’m forgiving it or succumbing to its wrath on my Mom’s mind by listing one single huge positive that’s come from it. That being I get to know, love, and depend on my Dad. But to give the credit to Alzheimer’s? That’s something I will never be ok with. So I whisper it. My feelings conflict. I’m not only grateful for the relationship I have with my Dad, but proud of it. Getting here has been painful and hard work. Its been the ugliest and times I’d never wish to relive... I think about why our family has dealt with this the way we have. I think about why I’m proud of us. I take so much pride in how we seamlessly care for our Mom 9 years later and still laugh, love and share true friendships. Last week I watched in awe at the men my brothers have become and the man my dad has transformed into since the beginning. I love them + I’m comforted in realizing the obvious- it’s thanks to her, the person we all fell in love with first. The one who influenced us so much in the time we had, and continues to in a special way now. It’s not Alz’ doing. It’s thanks to her we just do this. It’s because of her we fought toward reconciliation as a family rather than division. So I’m thankful for the relationship I have with my Dad, who just celebrated 71🎂I’m thankful that he had the strength to admit to + learn from mistakes and to be present for all of us now. This is admirable and was probably difficult. Through my own intimate learnings of life’s fragility+loss, I’m trying to practice gratitude & make the most of precious time with all my loved ones🖤always working toward deeper understanding + acceptance. Life’s a tripp🌚

1 day ago

When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom taking the world into my arms. -Mary Oliver

1 day ago

. . “I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.” -Mary Oliver, Dream Work . . Past photo of an early Spring bloom. . . #pastbloomsagain #springtrilliums #springblooms #springwildflowers #startagainsomehow #maryoliver

1 day ago

First read this quote in We: A Manifesto For Women Everywhere and it’s stuck with me ever since. Mary Oliver’s work is definitely being added to my reading list. Do you ever read quotes from a book before you decide to read the book itself, just to get a feel of the words? . . . . . . #quotes #quotesaboutlife #maryoliver #qotd #thursdaymotivation #thursdaythoughts #nowplaying #bibliophile #booknerd #bookstagram #bookish #igreads #bookphotography #instabook #bookstagrammer #instabooks #booksofinstagram #bookblogger #pursuepretty #livethelittlethings #darlingmovement #darlingweekend #petitejoys #finditliveit #morningslikethese #seekthesimplicity #thatsdarling #theartofslowliving #postitfortheaesthetic #whywhiteworks

1 day ago

Reflecting on life and this quote comes to mind... Someone I loved once gave me box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift. #maryoliver

1 day ago

I love this, because it applies to so many of us. I often work with women who are just now becoming aware of themselves. Whether it’s because they married young, had unresolved trauma, or come out of a stifling and/or non-validating culture or relationships, these ladies have finally reached a place where they desire to feel they exist, to “suck out all the marrow of life” ( #thoreau ). Helping them figure out who they really are and what they really want ... and stepping toward that in a healthy and productive way - that’s what gets my therapist blood flowing ... #justsayin . . #weisscounsel #orlandotherapist #orlandocounseling #orlandocounselor #maryoliver #selfdiscovery #enneagram #selfactualization #sahm

1 day ago

Coming up to my birthday in a few weeks, I’m reading back through my journal and reflecting on the past year, as I do every year. I came across this little poem scribbled down and every time I read it, it hits me anew. Thank goodness for the hard and beautiful gifts of darkness, only by which we can see, appreciate, and thrive in the light and in all places in between. I find my posture of gratitude and the nuance with which I can be grateful in both the good and the hard is shifting and growing, recognizing we will always hold both in tension and learning that to live in that is essential to being healthy and whole. Thanks, #maryoliver for this gem.

1 day ago

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice -- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do -- determined to save the only life you could save. Mary Oliver Months ago I dove into something unfamiliar, scary, inviting and exciting. That something was myself. My REAL self. In order for that to happen I needed a lot more time to get quiet and sit with myself and my thoughts. In my attempt to get quiet I realized how noisy social media can be. This summer has been filled with so many things that I’m grateful for, and a cleansing break from these little apps was definitely one of them. So now, hello again. #maryoliver #swanrange #bestill #quietthemind #imightdeletetheseappsagaininaweek

1 day ago

On motherhood, sobriety, self-acceptance, and the pursuit of dreams. ❤️

1 day ago

There is something about this small season that straddles summer and autumn. Color bursts forth as the great tail of summer, the greens never more verdant, the reds and yellows as fine as you can find. It beckons us to gather it all up and put it by, in preparation for shorter, cooler days. I’ve finally gotten my sourdough starter going, and dare I say it’s flourishing! I had tried it last winter in our cold farmhouse and was so cheered to find it much easier this time round. I’ve got a “Ploughman’s Loaf” on its last rise and will report back. There’s peach butter to help it along if need be.

1 day ago

“For all they said, I could not see the waterfall until I came and saw the water falling, its lace legs and its womanly arms sheeting down, while something howled like thunder, over the rocks, all day and all night – unspooling like ribbons made of snow, or god’s white hair. At any distance it fell without a break or seam, and slowly, a simple preponderance – a fall of flowers – and truly it seemed surprised by the unexpected kindness of the air and light-hearted to be flying at last. Gravity is a fact everybody knows about. It is always underfoot, like a summons, gravel-backed and mossy, in every beetled basin – and imagination – that striver, that third eye – can do a lot but hardly everything. The white, scrolled wings of the tumbling water I never could have imagined. And maybe there will be, after all, some slack and perfectly balanced blind and rough peace, finally, in the deep and green and utterly motionless pools after all that falling?” . . . #maryoliver #poetry #cucumberfalls #ohiopylestatepark

1 day ago

“Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled— to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world. I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery. I want to believe that imperfections are nothing— that the light is everything— that it is more than the sum of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.” #maryoliver #theponds

1 day ago

The wonderful words of Mary Oliver to inspire our day. #maryoliver

1 day ago

Keep some room.

1 day ago

This is one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets. “The Journey” by Mary Oliver. I found this poem in an old New Yorker of a family I was nannying for in 2011. I was still waist deep in being the codependent caretaker for my substance abuse and untreated personality disorder riddled family and I was so lost. I read these words and they struck me in a place so deep it hurt. It felt like being stabbed. I tore the page out and carried it with me for YEARS. I wrote it on my chalkboard wall and read it 100s of times a day. I feel this poem provided a cloak of protection around me in moments of doubt. I was losing myself over and over to partners, friends, and taking care of my family members who never returned the favor—who were never capable; always a pillar of strength, always reliable, always self-sacrificing, and then I would remember these words. And sometimes it would take a while, but I would work a little harder towards carrying on. When you give up everything for someone else, all that grows is resentment; it makes you hard, it makes you cold, it makes you regretful. No harm comes from putting yourself first. And you have to, because no one else is going to. Being a codependent is unbearably lonely. You walk around thinking “I am told I am loved, I know I am being loving, so why don’t I *feel* it?” Because you’re still mixed up with the wrong people, baby. Because you haven’t learned to hold onto yourself while loving someone else, yet. I post these words in the hope that they find someone who needs their cloak of protection. They have served me so well. This is EXACTLY how it is; waking up and healing. This is EXACTLY how it is. Do you know how many people I defended my path to? Do you know how many people actively tried to steer me off course, because my goodness or wholeness or talent or fucking-who-fucking-knows-what shined a light on their lack? Be careful. Tread lightly. Make the choice to choose yourself. Every time. Stay true to you. What you KNOW. Speak your truth. Walk away. Be “Determined to do the only thing you could do... Determined to save the only life you could save.”

1 day ago

Why I Wake Early Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and the crotchety – best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease us with warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light – good morning, good morning, good morning. Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness. #maryoliver #nantucketmorning #nantucketsummer

1 day ago

I do not live happily or comfortably with the cleverness of our times. The talk is all about computers, the news is all about bombs and blood. This morning, in the fresh field, I came upon a hidden nest. It held four warm, speckled eggs. I touched them. Then went away softly, having felt something more wonderful than all the electricity of New York City. #maryoliver

1 day ago

Carnival Chaos Slips Into the Mystic

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Two Rivers Dreaming Mountains Awake

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And over one more set of hills, along the sea, the last roses have opened their factories of sweetness and are giving it back to the world. If I had another life I would want to spend it all on some unstinting happiness. I would be a fox, or a tree full of waving branches. I wouldn't mind being a rose in a field full of roses. Fear has not yet occurred to them, nor ambition. Reason they have not yet thought of. Neither do they ask how long they must be roses, and then what. Or any other foolish question. #maryoliver #latesummer

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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- over and over announcing your place in the family of things. #maryoliver

1 day ago

“I would say that there exist a thousand unbreakable links between each of us and everything else, and that our dignity and our chances are one. The farthest star and the mud at our feet are a family; and there is no decency or sense in honoring one thing, or a few things, and then closing the list. The pine tree, the leopard, the Platte River, and ourselves—we are at risk together, or we are on our way to a sustainable world together. We are each other’s destiny.” -Mary Oliver No other comments necessary. 🌸

2 weeks ago

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting – over and over announcing your place in the family of things. - Mary Oliver #wildwood #maryoliver #inspiration #quotes #dreamscape #girlintheforest #intothewoods #forestgirl #green #greenwitch #gothgirl #hiking #listenwell #selfie #portrait #wander #woman #femme #lol #love #journey #landscape #explore #natural #laugh #nature #instawoman #freshair