to imagination in 2015
The owl and the pussycat went to sea . . .
to imagination in 2015
The owl and the pussycat went to sea . . .
Soil “in good heart,”
as farmers used to say,
is the key to health,
both for ourselves and for the animals & plants on whom we depend.
—Harvey and Ellen Ussery
It has been said that organic matter in the soil consists of “the living, the recently dead, & the very dead.” The “living” portion consists of all the diverse forms of living organisms that make up the soil food web, but also plant roots themselves.
I have been in love more times than one,
thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting
whether active or not. Sometimes
it was all but ephemeral, maybe only
an afternoon, but not less real for that.
They stay in my mind, these beautiful people,
or anyway beautiful people to me, of which
there are so many. You, and you, and you,
whom I had the fortune to meet, or maybe
missed. Love, love, love, it was the
core of my life, from which, of course, comes
the word for the heart. And, oh, have I mentioned
that some of them were men and some were women
and some—now carry my revelation with you—
were trees. Or places. Or music flying above
the names of their makers. Or clouds, or the sun
which was the first, and the best, the most
loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into
my eyes, every morning. So I imagine
such love of the world—its fervency, its shining, its
innocence and hunger to give of itself—I imagine
this is how it began.
—Mary Oliver
when, birds are not birds & boys are not boys & when, boys think they are birds, if by chance they encounter a dog—would that be bird-doggin’—