Mary Oliver Quotes (Author of A Thousand Mornings)
Goodreads helps you follow your favorite authors. Be the first to learn about new releases! Follow Author. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
That said, the peony would definitely be among my top 3. Layered, fluffy and papery, I love their form, texture and volume. Mine are starting to form buds and I check eagerly everyday on their progress. I was helping a friend on her little flower farm on Vancouver Island the other day pinch off extra buds on her peonies which are much further along than mine and noticed teeny tiny ants feeding on the sap that gently oozes from the buds. I was instantly reminded of this poem and revisited it when I got home. A clear demonstration of just how much emotion a flower can evoke.
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Because of this, the essences of flowers support us with a special compassion through our earthbound transformation. Flower essences contain the vibratory qualities of the flowers, and are made by infusing the flower into spring water under sun or moon light. Garofalo, Cuttings. If I had another life I would want to spend it all on some unstinting happiness. It is technically called carpet-gardening. Need I explain it further?
Moccasin Flowers by Mary Oliver. All my life, so far, I have loved more than one thing, including the mossy hooves of dreams, including' the spongy litter under the tall trees. In spring the moccasin flowers reach for the crackling lick of the sun and burn down. Sometimes, in the shadows, I see the hazy eyes, the lamb-lips of oblivion, its deep drowse, and I can imagine a new nothing in the universe, the matted leaves splitting open, revealing the black planks of the stairs. But all my life--sofar-- I have loved best how the flowers rise and open, how the pink lungs of their bodies enter the fore of the world and stand there shining and willing--the one thing they can do before they shuffle forward into the floor of darkness, they become the trees. Previous Poem Next Poem.
Wild Geese You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. If you want one of the most spectacular views in BC and maybe even Canada , come to Squamish and take a trip up the Sea to Sky Gondola.