Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Art Journal du jour

A Settlement

Look, it's spring. And last year's loose dust has turned
into this soft willingness.  The wind-flowers have come 
up trembling, slowly the brackens are up-lifting their
curvaceous and pale bodies. The thrushes have come 
home, none less than filled with mystery, sorrow,
happiness, music, ambition.

And I am walking out into all of this with nowhere to
go and no task undertaken but to turn the pages of
this beautiful world over and over, in the world of my


Therefore, dark past,
I'm about to do it.
I'm about to forgive you

for everything.

~ Mary Oliver