Thursday, August 10, 2017

The Strike

“If you keep the faith I will exist
at the edge, where your vision joins 
the sunlight and the rain: heads in the light, 
feet that go down in the mud where the truth is.” 

from Spirit of Place : Great Blue Heron 
by William Stafford

Yesterday we managed to launch the canoe out onto the big slough from the hayfield. It is a lot easier than trying to drag it across thru the brush with all the beaver runs hidden by tall grass. We saw few small birds, but we did see the Osprey, Kingfishers, Grebes, Ducks and especially the Great Blue Heron.

"And when the blue heron, breaking his long breast feathers,
sees one feather fall, does he know I will find it?
Will he see me holding it in my hand?

as he opens his wings
softly and without a sound—
as he rises and floats over the water?

And this is just any day at the edge of the pond,
a black and leafy pond without a name
until I named it."

from Mysteries, Four of the Simple Ones
by Mary Oliver

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