I find peace in plenty while walking through an olive grove…
…and I know I am not the only one.
Yes, I am well aware that these trees have been declared a simplistic symbol, the Provence of Provence…
…but I breathe them in and love them now with time and understanding, just like our varying sky.
For the leaves twist with the seasons, dipping into a palette…
… that soothes yet is vibrant enough to inspire a shout or a joyful run…
…while the trunks, raising raides sometimes a hundred years, twist inward with still solidity.
It is my Japanese garden. Ordered and quiet…
…with just enough rustle to sweep away the gray.
*Update: Oooh, I am so excited to be guest-posting today, Thursday, over at the absolutely amazing D. A. Wolf’s blog “Daily Plate of Crazy”:
I hope that you will enjoy and stop over to say hello!*
I do too, Loree. I don't think I quite got at what I wanted to say here just because there is also something mysterious in the mix as well!
No, not in the least and again, I am touched by your belief in me.
Bien entendu.
Thank you…
Oh David, that poem. It made my heart jump it is so beautiful. Everything about it, the meaning, the phrasing and sonority, all of it. Thank you, thank you, thank you. For the millionth time because you have given me so much–of course literally and figuratively. And also just for your belief and gentle pushing me forward.
I still can't get over this poem.
And for the record (as you like to say), you are quite right. I have become a "picker and a chooser" because I have been so very fortunate to have seen so many different religions, in such different social structures. How similar those with a true faith are no matter what their coda. And how saddening are those that use a structure to hide a bad heart. I need to work with what I understand and I understand more easily that which I have felt and experienced rather than ideology.That is just me. I certainly have seen the strength that believing in something gives even under the most terrible of conditions…
Merci!
Lovely thoughts as always and you capture such peace in your photos. It makes me wish I could whisk myself away for a weekend in Provence! I shall wait for Spring!
Oooo – methinks your winter is fading whilst we just had a huge snowstorm!! It looks positively spring-like in your beautiful photos! I love the tree trunks, especially; oh, and some happy puppers! : ) Glad that your romp in the country brought such happiness!
ah – divine – Running with Dogs in an Olive Grove.
could anything be more delicious?
do visit us tomorrow with you Rilke quote please 🙂
sweet dreams.
glad you enjoyed the Yeats and the Keats.
Sigh….can we add a bottle of wine, beautiful crusted bread, samples of olive oil…two comfortable chairs to plop in the middle of those olive trees and watch the sun go down? One more thing…your music collection…playing lightly in the background. See what I mean…when you get it, you get it. 🙂 xx
So much beauty, Heather. There's a desolate feel to these words and images, but so calming.
Was that a poem I just read???Beautiful…………..
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