A different point of view. A new perspective. Looking at something from a different angle. The drone gives us a whole new picture. What can you see differently today?

And another Mary Oliver poem. Check out the last line– the piled firewood shifts a little, longing to be on its way. I love it!

Song For Autumn

In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think

the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think

of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.

–Mary Oliver, in New and Collected Poems Vol. II (c)

 

• October 21st, Monday, 9-10:15am, slow flow
• October 21st, Monday, 5:30-6:45pm, slow flow
• October 22nd, Tuesday, 7:30-8:30am, sore and stiff
• October 23rd, Wednesday, 9-10:15am, slow flow
• October 25th, Friday, 7:30-8:30am, sore and stiff
• October 25th, Friday, 9-1015am, slow flow
• October 26th, Saturday, 8:30-9:30am, slow flow
• October 28th, Monday, 9-10:15am, slow flow
• October 28th, Monday, 5:30-6:45pm, slow flow
• October 29th, Tuesday, 7:30-8:30am, sore and stiff
• October 30th, Wednesday, 9-10:15am, slow flow
• November 1st, Friday, 7:30-8:30am, sore and stiff
• November 1st, Friday, 9-10:15am, slow flow
• November 2nd, Saturday, 8:30-9:30am, slow flow
• November 4th, Monday, 9-10:15am, slow flow
• November 4th, Monday, 5:30-6:45pm, slow flow