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 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.”
At our house, we like to go with the ebb and flow of life. After a very busy September with travel and almost daily outings, October called for lots of slowing down and time at home. So this month’s adventure simply leads us into our backyard, for our evening routine with the chickens.
Our six fluffy ladies always eagerly await us at the back stoop, ready for treats and a pet (but if we’re honest, mostly the treats). Kate likes to peek inside the nesting box to see how many eggs there are, collect them and take them to the kitchen, but not before admiring them a bit. As we busy ourselves cleaning and watering, Kate explores on her own, checking up on her toad friends, climbing on the wall, peeking across the fence, and digging for treats to share with the chickens. And as the chickens retreat to their roosting spots, we settle on the back stoop and take in the last light of the day.
Don’t forget to travel all the way around the circle to see more nature adventures – the link to the next artist is at the bottom of the post.
Now head to Massachusetts to visit Beth’s breathtaking adventure by the shore!