Magic happens early on sunny mornings. 1/14/2019

My favorite Mary Oliver poem, al least right this minute.

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 jugging 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 unbearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.

Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

• January 19th, Saturday, 8:30-9:30am, slow flow
• January 21st, Monday, 9-10:00am, slow flow
• January 21st, Monday, 5:30-6:45pm, slow flow
• January 22nd, Tuesday, 7:30-8:30am, sore and stiff
• January 23rd, Wednesday, 7:30-8:30am, sore and stiff
• January 23rd, Wednesday, 9-10:15am, slow flow
• January 25th, Friday, 7:30-8:30am, sore and stiff
• January 25th, Friday, 9-10:15am, slow flow
• January 26th, Saturday, 8:30-9:30am, slow flow
• January 28th, Monday 9-10:15amam, slow flow