Hurricane | Mary Oliver
by Elouise
Mary Oliver’s hurricane has been on my mind for the last few weeks. There’s so much we can’t predict or count on these days. Not only in nature, but in human experience and global disasters. It doesn’t matter how centered we may be, or how ‘safe’ we think we are. My comments follow.
Hurricane
It didn’t behave
like anything you had
ever imagined. The wind
tore at the trees, the rain
fell for days slant and hard.
The back of the hand
to everything. I watched
the trees bow and their leaves fall
and crawl back into the earth.
As though, that was that.
This was one hurricane
I lived through, the other one
was of a different sort, and
lasted longer. Then
I felt my own leaves giving up and
falling. The back of the hand to
everything. But listen now to what happened
to the actual trees;
toward the end of that summer they
pushed new leaves from their stubbed limbs.
It was the wrong season, yes,
but they couldn’t stop. They
looked like telephone poles and didn’t
care. And after the leaves came
blossoms. For some things
there are no wrong seasons.
Which is what I dream of for me.Mary Oliver, from A Thousand Mornings
Published in 2013 by Penguin Books, pp. 21-22
© 2012 by NW Orchard LL.C.
I’m making it up, one day at a time. I never thought I would be faced with so many decisions. Some feasible; a precious few doable. The trees showed Mary the way. Don’t let the goblins scare you. And don’t give up.
Forget about right and wrong seasons of life. Grab what’s available now, and love with all your heart. Forget what others think. They don’t own your body or your soul. This too is a gift from above. Especially when things are bleak.
My health has an unpredictable mind of its own these days. Still, I want nothing more than the opportunity to be my real self before I die, regardless of impossibly “correct” rules or regulations. No fear. No anger toward myself or others. Just the right season to blossom before the next right season arrives.
Thank you for visiting and reading. I pray all is well with each of you, no matter what the weather.
Elouise♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 23 January 2023
Photo found at pixabay.com.
A wonderful poem, and I enjoyed your take on it. Despite life pushing us around or back-handing us, we can bloom in any season, right or wrong. Any time of life, too. That’s what I want as well. May you bloom.
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Thank you, Brenda. May you also blossom in your own season! 🙂 We do seem to get tied up in whether it’s the “right” time or not, and what we’re “allowed” to do or not do. Especially as women. Best wishes for a wonderful year.
Elouise
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Prayers, love, and (((HUGS))) ❤️
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Thank you kindly, and the same to you! Hugs are wonderful…I’m so glad to get them, and love giving them. Especially now.
Elouise
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❤️❤️❤️
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Enjoyed this post Elouise and can relate to the words. Carol now on Hospice at home after 11 month stay in nursing facility.
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Dear Dave,
It’s so good to hear from you again. I pray your remaining time with Carol will be filled with love, gratitude, and unexpected moments of clarity and peace. Thank you for taking time to comment. May you and Carol blossom in your own ways, especially now.
Elouise
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Thank you Elouise.
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A big giant hug Elouise. You lighten my day. You are so right, never give up hope. xo
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Thanks for the big giant hug, Janet. 🙂
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Hello Elouise, it’s so good to hear from you again. I have been wondering how you are doing. Bravely, as always 🙂. Grace and peace to you…
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Thank you, dw, and apologies for taking so long to respond. I’m doing well, all things considered. I’d like to think I’m brave. I’d say the bravest things I do these days are related to my health–things like making sure I follow my diet every day and telling this or that medical doctor that I’ve decided not to begin taking certain meds. I pray all is well with you and that you’re thriving, especially in these uncertain times.
Elouise
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(((HUGS))) ❤️ and 🙏
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I love the way trees, no matter how badly they are damaged, can always manage to put on new growth; unless of course they were actually destroyed. Same as people.
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Indeed. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could put ourselves back together from time to time (with or without a storm)? I pray this finds you well and thriving.
Elouise
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