…Listen to the serenity… by Mariko Evans

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How I go to the woods
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds 
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of 
praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, 
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me,
I must love you very much.
-Mary Oliver

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So I hit the 400th post today. Thank you all for visiting, liking, leaving kind comments or sending personal messages. Today, I’m sharing one of my favorite poems about…woods.  Hope you enjoy it and thanks again…

Mariko xo

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