Saturday Morning. Call it Rest.

azure-butterfly-hand

 

Call it Rest. I sit on one of the branches. My idleness suits me. I am content. I have built my house. The blue butterflies, called azures, twinkle up from the secret place where they have been waiting. In their small blue dresses they float among the branches, they come close to me, one rests for a moment on my wrist. They do not recognize me as anything very different from this enfoldment of leaves, this wind-roarer, this wooden palace lying down, now, upon the earth, like anything heavy, and happy, and full of sunlight, and half asleep.

~ Mary Oliver, from “Building The House” in Upstream: Selected Essays

 


Photo: Shmoo Shots with A Visit from the Spirit of a Lost Friend. “Summer Azure butterfly which landed on my left wrist and stayed and stayed and stayed while I balanced the camera and took photos with my right hand.”

Comments

  1. Beautiful post, David. The book is on my list now. What a wonderful photo you have captured! Have a great weekend!
    Best regards – Dina

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  2. ah, you must be at one with your surroundings. the butterfly senses this.

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  3. Such a beautiful, peaceful way to start the weekend. I love love MO.

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  4. Mary is brilliant at transforming her world into nature! 🌿🍀

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  5. They don’t recognize me as anything different… imagine we all saw each other that way! ❤
    Diana xo

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