Monday, October 5, 2020

Last of Graveyard Fields visit

 

This was at the beginning of the steps down. (I may have posted it before, I don't remember.) We only went as far as the cascades of the river, not the whole loop of the trail.


I loved the colors and patterns of this rock...and there's a shadow of a couple of the rails of the bridge banister. But that loose rock in the wet area mimics so well the hole in the face of the rock next to it.

 

A very tall hemlock rises near the stream.


A closer look at the white space under the rock, where water was still and reflected the sky.


Looking up river...from standing on this spit of rock.


Standing on the spit of rock, there was just one flow of water cascading by...pretty fast, but narrow

I'm planning our next trip along the parkway, hoping the weather cooperates. The next time will be going to see the leaves. Yes, I'l join the throng of leaf-peepers.

Today's quote:

To Begin With, the Sweet Grass
by Mary Oliver

1.
Will the hungry ox stand in the field and not eat of the sweet grass?
Will the owl bite off its own wings?
Will the lark forget to lift its body in the air or forget to sing?
Will the rivers run upstream?

Behold, I say–behold
the reliability and the finery and the teachings of this gritty earth gift.

2.
Eat bread and understand comfort.
Drink water, and understand delight.
Visit the garden where the scarlet trumpets are opening their bodies for the hummingbirds
who are drinking the sweetness, who are thrillingly gluttonous.

For one thing leads to another.
Soon you will notice how stones shine underfoot.
Eventually tides will be the only calendar you believe in.

And someone’s face, whom you love, will be as a star
both intimate and ultimate,
and you will be both heart-shaken and respectful.
And you will hear the air itself, like a beloved, whisper:
oh, let me, for a while longer, enter the two
beautiful bodies of your lungs.

3.
The witchery of living
is my whole conversation
with you my darlings.
All I can tell you is what I know.

Look, and look again.
This world is not just a little thrill for the eyes.

It’s more than bones.
It’s more than the delicate wrist with its personal pulse.
It’s more than the beating of the single heart.
It’s praising.
It’s giving until the giving feels like receiving.
You have a life—just imagine that!
You have this day, and maybe another, and maybe still another.

4.
Someday I am going to ask my friend Paulus,
the dancer, the potter,
to make me a begging bowl
which I believe
my soul needs.

And if I come to you,
to the door of your comfortable house
with unwashed clothes and unclean fingernails,
will you put something into it?

I would like to take this chance.
I would like to give you this chance.

5.
We do one thing or another; we stay the same or we change.
Congratulations if you have changed.

6.
Let me ask you this.
Do you also think that beauty exists for some fabulous reason?

And if you have not been enchanted by this adventure—your life—
what would do for you?

7.
What I loved in the beginning, I think, was mostly myself.
Never mind that I had to, since somebody had to.
That was many years ago.
Since then I have gone out from my confinements, though with difficulty

I mean the ones that are thought to rule my heart.
I cast them out, I put them on the mush pile.
They will be nourishment somehow (everything is nourishment somehow or another).

And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.
I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.
I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,
I have become younger.

And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know?
Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.




6 comments:

  1. You have some great little areas in which to wander.

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    1. I am unable to climb most of our hiking trails because of my breathing difficulties. Wouldn't you know it, I move to the mountains and can't hike much of anything any more!

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  2. ...Mother nature is quite a landscape designer!

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    1. Yes, the forces of nature leave footprints all around!

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  3. Hello,

    Pretty views of the river, I like that tall Hemlock. I do enjoy Mary Oliver's poems!
    Take care, enjoy your day! Wishing you a happy new week!

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  4. Such a beautiful river you explored there. Love these photos.

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