among the trees

Today a blogpost about the calmness, majesty and beauty of being surrounded by trees and walking in the woods. One weekend in May we had a little holiday in the Netherlands and made a lovely walk in the forest. It made me think of this poem written by Mary Oliver. I think she perfectly captured the essence of being 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 a while”.

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.”

Mary Oliver

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