May, and
among the miles of leafing,
blossoms
storm out of the darkness—
windflowers
and moccasin flowers. The bees
dive into
them and I too, to gather
their
spiritual honey. Mute and meek, yet theirs
is the
deepest certainty that this existence too—
this sense
of well-being, the flourishing
of the
physical body—rides
near the hub
of the miracle that everything
is a part
of, is as good
as a poem or
a prayer, can also make
luminous any
dark place on earth.
~Mary Oliver
I’m looking at photos of TPW members in Halifax enjoying a race weekend and of members following their artistic muse in Spain. How fortunate we are to be able to enjoy this sense of well-being!
