Singing Leaves

Nature is my most constant companion. Whenever I am in need of comfort, if I find my way to nature, I find solace.

Nature reminds me that I am enough. In fact nature tells me that I am way more than enough.

Nature talks to me through its perfectly imperfect beauty. My walk past a muddy stone, a rotting log, a rumpled leaf, becomes a chorus of “All Is Well“.

Go to nature and be comforted.

Here is a beautiful poem by Mary Oliver. The first time I heard it, the person who shared it had memorized it and she recited it aloud. I will offer it to you in the same way.

“What Can I Say” – Mary Oliver (Press for Audio)

What can I say that I have not said before?
So I’ll say it again.
The leaf has a song in it.
Stone is the face of patience.
Inside the river there is an unfinishable story
and you are somewhere in it
and it will never end until all ends.
Take your busy heart to the art museum and the
chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf when you
were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,
and the leaf is singing still.

~ “What Can I Say” from Swan by Mary Oliver ~

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