In the stream

“Sometimes the desire to be lost again, as long ago, comes over me like a vapor. With growth into adulthood, responsibilities claimed me, so many heavy coats. I didn’t choose them, I don’t fault them, but it took time to reject them. Now in the spring I kneel, I put my face into the packets of violets, the dampness, the freshness, the sense of ever-ness. Something is wrong, I know it, if I don’t keep my attention on eternity. May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis with the greatest respect.”— Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

Waterfall| West Cornwall, CT

As we settle into spring, here’s to looking down upon windflower, bull thistle, and coreopsis (with respect!).

And as we ease into summer, here’s to taking off our heavy coats and staying forever in the stream.

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Wishing you all things good,

Tamara