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.”
After shooting a session in this forest last month, I knew I had to return here for this project. I wish I could have photographed the fragrant smell the forest greets you with – that alone is worth a visit. Kate brought her little snack along and enjoyed it while taking in her surroundings. She did not, however, have any interest in my photo-taking agenda, instead wanting to hold my hand, walking, and jumping off of logs together. If I stopped for a photo she soon said, “wiiter laufe” (keep walking), so I left my photographic expectations on the soft carpet of pine needles beneath our feet, and was grateful for the reminder that we were here to connect with nature, together. And really, how lucky am I, that this little person chooses to explore the world with her hand in mine?
Don’t forget to travel all the way around the circle to see more art and nature adventures – the link to the next artist is at the bottom of the post.
Up next, head to a colder part of the world, to Ontario, Canada for the talented Sherri Davis’ adventure.