Warmth in my soul

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… you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine

Mary Oliver
from
When I am among the trees
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I have a deep-seated need for times of stillness and silence – always have – but the need increases amid the cacophony of contemporary life. And death.

A lover of poetry, I nonetheless recognise that there are times when compassionate, listening silence has an equally important role in my own life, and in the life of society, and of nations.

I know of several friends who have distinct and affectionate relationships with particular trees. An Acer in my Lakeland garden has long been one of my friends in Nature, and today I have watched and watched some more, stunned at times by sunlight’s appearing as flames of fire amid her limbs. Soul warming. Peace-filled.

May we, that’s to say ALL humankind, learn to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.

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It’s simple

When I am among the trees …
they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”

Mary Oliver

Early morning light and early evening light often bring Mary Oliver to mind: she and her trees, she and they shining, whisper ‘it’s simple’ – and I’m stilled awhile, again, to wonder at the assertion, and to love and reach out to the light – and the light-bearers.