The Wood

I love running through the woods, I love walking through woods, I love dancing through woods, I love being still in the woods. I spend a lot of time in nature and if for any number of reasons I get caught up in the daily activities and chores and don’t get out for a while I really start to feel it in my mind and body.

One of my favourite poets who writes a lot about nature is Mary Oliver, I would like to share one of her beautiful poems, Wild Geese….

                                                                     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.