Mary Oliver, as always, says it best….

When I Am Among The Trees

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.

And 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.”

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A prayer for the table in May

Thank you, God, for the language of the trees.
Thank you for your beloved children gathered here; for the food we are about to receive; for the hands that prepared it.
Help us to live in gratitude and kindness.
Help us to be filled with light, and to shine; always and ever serving you.


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Poem from “Thirst” by Mary Oliver.

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Happy Mother’s Day! May peace find you where you are.  xoxo

My mother’s spring garden

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