Hundred and Sixty two 9.10.16 – Happy Birthday Mary Oliver
Oh my dearest Mary Oliver, Thank you.
Evidence No. 3
I ask you again: if you have not been enchanted by this adventure–your life–what would do for you?
And, where are you, with your ears bagged down as if with packets of sand? Listen. We all have much more listening to do. Tear the sand away. And listen. The river is singing. …
For myself, I have walked in these woods for
More than forty years, and I am the only
thing, it seems, that is about to be used up.
Or, to be less extravagant, will, in the
Foreseeable future, be used up.
First, though, I want to step out into some
fresh morning and look around and hear myself
crying out: “The house of money is falling! The house of money is falling! The weeds are rising! The weeds are rising!”