How I go to the woods.


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

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.”

The words are not mine but I echo them. I am sorry I can’t recall where I found them.


Welcome to my daily blog where I will be sharing my photos for one month and any thoughts they inspire, just for the joy of it.  


3 Comments Add yours

  1. confarreo says:

    Love these words! I can entirely relate to them 😊


  2. mwsrwritings says:

    Love my woods behind the house, such peace and comfort they give to me, when I need it.


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