Sleeping In The Forest // by Mary Oliver
I thought the earth remembered me,
She took me back so tenderly
Arranging her skirts
Her pockets full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before
A stone on the riverbed,
Nothing between me and the white fire of the stars,
But my thoughts.
And they floated light as moths
Among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
Breathing around me.
The insects and the birds
Who do their work in darkness.
All night I rose and fell,
As if water, grappling with luminous doom.
By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times
Into something better.
For about a year now, we’ve adventured on early weekend mornings, in search of quiet beaches, all to ourselves.
The boys run, and carrying shells in their pockets.
Coffee in hand, we follow them the length of the beach, and back again.
And as the rising sun shortens our shadows, we head home.
Windows down, hands riding their warm salt air, sandy feet dangling from car seats behind us.
We began this tradition in hopes of leaving the Saturday morning cartoons behind.
And found the calm of our breath, and have begun to understand how our bodies depend on it.
// a bit about our group //
“We as a group of artist mothers from all over the world are making it our priority to turn off the tv/video games so that we can give our children the sacred experience to connect with the fast disappearing natural world. We will freelens our adventures into the wild and share them through this monthly project.“
This is a special Blog circle, full of incredible artists from all over the world. Please follow along through the whole loop to enjoy the wealth of talent. Next blog, a personal inspiration Sherri Davis