Mary Oliver – In Blackwater Woods

You look out of your window, and realize something is growing in the garden of your vision and when you take a closer look you notice they are small mushrooms of loneliness. Popping out in the garden even if you never planted them. Fungi are like that, they move through this world in mysterious ways, they were planted here many moons before you learned your name. Don’t worry, they are not poisonous, they are safe, I have tried them myself.

Pick a few of them, hold them close to your chest, sing them a little song that you have known for many years, and then make something with them, take them in. Don’t surrender these tiny gifts of life so easily, they are good for you. For me, I like to sauté them with some butter and beer and add them to some pasta with olive oil and fresh herbs… a glass of cold white is what I like to have on the side. With a tender voice I say farewell to my small mushrooms of loneliness as I eat them. Then with a satisfied belly I thank them and all the other loneliness that pops in my life in many forms.

Sometimes to let go of something, first you ought to hold them close to your chest.. sometimes you need to eat them… It takes time to realize that even the darkness is a gift. I need to remind myself that darkness is the cup which holds the light, the same way dark universe holds our sun.

I love you,

I am glad I exist.

Mary Oliver
In Blackwater Woods

Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,

the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders

of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is

nameless now.
Every year
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it
to let it go.

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