"When I Am Among the Trees" - Mary Oliver, from Thirst
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
Super into/emotional re: this 1992 Iowan honor choir’s performance of “Bist du bei mir”, because it is lovely and earnest, and also because those outfits and hairstyles speak to me deeply.
Yeah, the strings get off in the middle, the tuning is a little wonky, and the organ sounds funereal in the worst way. And they sing a little flat up top. But sometimes those moments aren’t as important. And the opening 20 seconds are so satisfying.
Most of these people are in their early to mid 30s by now. I hope they are still proud of this, and remember it fondly. Singing is magic, you guys.
One bowl of ice cream = three mugs of ice cream, right? RIGHT?!?
Just getting v emotional waiting for my duvet cover to dry, as one does.
Home field advantage
Listening to Philip Glass while cleaning the oven and baking bread for the boy’s birthday dinner tonight. Shiiiiiiit.