Enter the Pale Mist

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“Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?”
Mary Oliver
 
 

 

Mary Oliver is speaking through all of us this week!

This poem really opened my eyes to see, that now I am very clear about not wanting the world’s busyness, it does not offer it to me anymore.

It took a long time to make this decision,

but once I tasted the high mountains and snuggled into the pale mist and deep silence,

I knew I was home…….

 

The Old Poets Of China

“Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe
that I do not want it. Now I understand
why the old poets of China went so far and high
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.”


― Mary Oliver, Why I Wake Early

25 thoughts on “Enter the Pale Mist

  1. Beautiful, Karen. I was driving through some high mountains this afternoon as I took my grandson back to college after a weekend break. The skies were cloudy, overcast; temperatures cool and the mist was everywhere. It was heavenly. These words are a lovely option for describing a deep feeling…that often defies words. Thank you. 🙏🏻

  2. Avoiding the world’s frenetic pace, the busyness that people so often embrace to make themselves feel important, is an ongoing goal for me. My brother is a physician and he always told me that his goal was to have as few pagers hanging from his belt as possible. The fewer the pagers, the greater the authority. Simpler is better. ☺️

    1. Good advice from your brother Lori and I think the more time we spend in nature, the more we are drawn to how it awakens our inner silence and peace. It’s so beautiful I don’t want to leave ha!! Simpler is def better. Thank you 💕🌈

  3. The images Mary Oliver creates, just enter and sit in my head. She uses some particular phrase or word that does the magic. Sometimes I am able to identify them, sometimes I can’t put my finger on it. In this case, the word ‘crept’ did it for me. They didn’t disappear, or step into, or enter…..they reached high in the mountain and then ‘crept’ into the pale mist. Amazing. Absolutely brilliant.

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