Sleeping in the Forest by Mary Oliver
I thought the earth remembered me,
She took me back so tenderly
Arranging her skirts
Her pockets full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before
A stone on the riverbed,
Nothing between me and the white fire of the stars,
But my thoughts.
And they floated light as moths
Among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
Breathing around me.
The insects and the birds
Who do their work in darkness.
All night I rose and fell,
As if water, grappling with luminous doom.
By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times
Into something better.
We as a group of artist mothers from all over the world are making it our priority to turn off the tv/video games so that we can give our children the sacred experience to connect with the fast disappearing natural world. We will freelens our adventures into the wild and share them through this monthly project. The goal of this collaborative is to journey “Into Something Better”.
Our Summer break is drawing to a close with school starting in just a few days. This has been an odd Summer. Normally we spend every weekend in the water. Either we are splashing and fishing in the cool river or we are swimming and playing on the beach at the warm lake. But not this year. Your crazy mama has been dragging you all over the mountains in search of a special place to call our own. Now that the hunt is over, it is hard for me to sit back and wait until we can finally enjoy our little cabin next to the bold stream. One month feels like an eternity. So, we try to return to normal and enjoy the special places that used to define our Summers together.
