o notes: forget-me-not friday

Thorfaen by the Clackamas River, July 2007.

∙ WELCOME ∙

Finding magic

in a slow life.

・Est. 2010・

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.

I don't really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.

- Mary Oliver

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forget-me-not friday

3.08.2013