I said in my blog of two days ago that I would be mentioning more about Ken’s and my decade of environmental education and activism around mega trash landfills that threatened to make North Carolina a dumping grounds for the Eastern Seaboard and beyond, but I will talk about more about this subject.
Instead, today, I am going to accentuate the positive by sharing a couple of poems that my friend, Vicki, just shared with me by a poet named Mary Oliver. I was going to include the first poem directly in this blog then realized that I need permission to reprint it. If you want to read it, it is titled “In Blackwater Woods,” and here is the link:http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2009/05/03
Below is another poem by Mary Oliver that speaks to me of the simple beauty of living essentially.
At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?