he really liked being outside
all our boots How do they know!?
Very full boot...
Lots of fun!!!
Okay, not one can write a symphony, or a dictionary,
or even a letter to an old friend, full of remembrance and comfort.
Not one can manage a single sound though the blue jays carp and whistle all day in the branches, without the push of the wind.
But to tell the truth after a while I'm pale with longing for their thick bodies ruckled with lichen
and you can't keep me from the woods, from the
tonnage of their shoulders, and their shining green hair.
Today is a day like any other: twenty-four hours, a little sunshine, a little rain.
Listen, says ambition, nervously shifting her weight fromone boot to another -- why don't you get going?
For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees.
And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness,
I don't want to sell my life for money,
I don't even want to come in out of the rain.
~ Mary Oliver
I love this. and i would go as far to say i grasp desperately at the "wrists of idleness". I am not lazy... but i do love the slow, calm, serene days that i have. And no amount of money could get me to stop what it is that i do.
Sorry there isnt more to this... just a slow reintegration back into sharing!