Sunday, November 7, 2010

falling back

 My dear friend, Kimmy, knows how much I love Mary Oliver...I awoke to this poem in my inbox this morning, reminding me that I was really up closer to six....yawn. a conscious welcoming of the darkness is not a bad idea for me this morning.  maybe it will be good for you too?
 Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness
Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
world descends
into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out
to the petals on the ground
to stay,
knowing, as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married
to the vitality of what will be?
I don’t say
it’s easy, but
what else will do
if the love one claims to have for the world
be true?
So let us go on
though the sun be swinging east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.


Kerry said...


Stephanie said...

when i came over to read this yesterday morning, i thought, "this is perfect for sundays". :) i'm so glad you put it in!
thanks so much.

Anonymous said...

I so love Mary Oliver as well. Thanks for sharig this. It is perfect. -Debbie

erin said...

I love Mary Oliver too. She was the inspiration behind my blog title and my general philosophies about much of my family's lifestyle!

This poem was sweet, thanks for sharing.

Your farm school posts are wonderful. I am grateful for people like them (the farm owners/staff) who love children and love work done by the hands and love to share that wisdom and deep connection. I live rurally (we live on a 25 acre certified organic farm) and yet, the "old school" farmers around me just don't get it. We want kids to learn these skills, these ways of connecting to Earth and to keep her healthy. They (our neighbouring farmers) have sooo much knowledge they could be passing on. We are blessed to have a landowner who does see this paradigm and shares time and tradition with both of my boys. I learn alot too, by witnessing and practising.

It's nice to stop by here again!