I thought the earth remembered me,

she took me back so tenderly,

arranging her dark skirts, her pockets

full of lichens and seeds.

I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,

nothing between me and the white fire of the stars

but my thoughts and they floated light as moths

among the branches of the perfect trees.

All night I heard the small kingdoms

breathing around me, the insects,

and the birds who do their work in the darkness.

All night I rose and fell, as if in water,

grappling with a luminous doom. By morning

I had vanished at least a dozen times’

into something better.

~Mary Oliver

and only this…..

inquiry for today~ tear yourself away……

how we lament what has not been given….

Listen to your heart and trust the direction you are being pulled.

Something inside you already knows what to do.

~Spring Washam