"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I ,
I took the one less traveled by, 
And that has made all the difference."

(Robert Frost)

 

 

 

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Tuesday
May242016

She Walks in Beauty

 

In beauty may I walk
All day long may I walk
Through the returning seasons may I walk
Beautifully will I possess again
Beautifully birds, 
Beautifully joyful birds
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk
With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk
With dew about my feet may I walk
With beauty may I walk
With beauty before me may I walk
With beauty behind me may I walk
With beauty above me may I walk
With beauty all around me may I walk
In old age, wandering on a trail of beauty, lively, may I walk
In old age, wandering on a trail of beauty, living again, may I walk
It is finished in beauty.
It is finished in beauty.
(Navajo Prayer) 
Saturday
May212016

Constant Friends

“In joy or sadness flowers are our constant friends.” 
― Okakura KakuzōThe Book Of Tea
Tuesday
May172016

Kindred

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 the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, 
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”


― Mary OliverSwan: Poems and Prose Poems

Sunday
May152016

Extraordinary

 

Some animals do things differently at night.

They then become extraordinary.

~Bernd Heinrich