How I Go To the Woods

Alum Cave Trail, Great Smoky Mountains National Park, 2011.

Alum Cave Trail, Great Smoky Mountains National Park, 2011.

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 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.”

~Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

2 thoughts on “How I Go To the Woods

  1. I love that quote. I fully understand the need to be alone in the woods. Thankfully I have a few close friends who understand the need for silence and peace in the woods.

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