Just returning from a few peaceful days on the coast of Maine, time spent with a family who've adopted me as one of their own, with these words from Mary Oliver resounding in my heart.
But the lilies
are slippery and wild—they are
devoid of meaning, they are
simply doing,
from the deepest
what they are impelled to do
every summer.
And so, dear sorrow, are you.
That sounds like perfection. Happy weekend!
ReplyDeleteooo, i want to be there!
ReplyDeletegreat poem. just read it aloud, slowly... how amazing that someone's words can put you, so quickly, into a different mood...
*le sigh....*
ReplyDeletei cannot say maine without blissfully remembering how i slept through most of our trip....enjoy your blog break :o)
ReplyDeletethese pictures are awesome!!!!! looks like you had an amazing time!
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