o notes: friends

1.14.2014

Our Sunday with Rain. Wind joined us, too. We traveled a shiny ribbon of road together to mingle with Trees and listen to River's concert. We didn't stay long as The Boy has been ill, but it was just what we needed, to visit these friends.

∙ 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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