I went out on Sunday to visit Ann-Marie and Kristina's vineyard in Hellingly, East Sussex. https://www.offthelinevineyard.com/ Beautiful location with lovely wintry trees. Check them out. In the summer you can visit and find out about the wines. On the bus this morning I saw this poem on Brain Pickings. https://www.brainpickings.org/
Definitely check that website out. Full of marvellous stuff to cheer you on your way. Today I found this poem. I have added a couple of photos from Sunday. The bottom photo is a Wishing Tree. An old Sussex custom apparently.
WHEN I AM AMONG THE TREES
by Mary Oliver
by Mary Oliver
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.”
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.”
The Wishing Tree |
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