Apr 4, 2025
Media: pastel
Size: 8x10 in
Today’s painting title is borrowed from the poem, When I am Among the Trees, by Mary Oliver, a poet I am grateful I found thanks to friends who shared her works with me. For all who might need a bit of comfort nowadays, here is the poem: When I am Among the Trees – 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.” Today’s painting title is borrowed from the poem, When I am Among the Trees, by Mary Oliver, a poet I am grateful I found thanks to friends who shared her works with me. For all who might need a bit of comfort nowadays, here is the poem: When I am Among the Trees – 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.” |