The Witchery of Living


October in the Midwest. Blustering wind, rainy days, leaves beginning to fall in beauty and a little bit of spooky. The history of "witches," rife with fear of strong, intelligent, wise women with deep connections to nature, inspires me to look to the earth at this time. Walking in the woods. Breathing into the strong breezes. Digging my fingers into the cold earth. Watching the animals as they prepare for winter. My forever-favorite, Mary Oliver, based her work in the natural world. She illuminates for us how to see ourselves in nature. She reminds us:


the earth is wise

mother nature shows us what we need, we just have to look

we are creatures of the earth like all the rest

we have forgotten this earth is our home

we can always find our way back home.



From her book, Evidence: Poems, I share one of my most beloved, 'To Begin With, the Sweet Grass":


1.

Will the hungry ox stand in the field and not eat

    of the sweet grass?

Will the owl bite off its own wings?

Will the lark forget to lift its body in the air or

    forget to sing?

Will the rivers run upstream?


Behold, I say—behold

the reliability and the finery and the teachings

    of this gritty earth gift.


2.                                        

Eat bread and understand comfort.

Drink water, and understand delight.

Visit the garden where the scarlet trumpets

    are opening their bodies for the hummingbirds

who are drinking the sweetness, who are

    thrillingly gluttonous.


For one thing leads to another.

Soon you will notice how stones shine underfoot.

Eventually tides will be the only calendar you believe in.


And someone's face, whom you love, will be as a star

both intimate and ultimate,

and you will be both heart-shaken and respectful.


And you will hear the air itself, like a beloved, whisper:

oh, let me, for a while longer, enter the two

beautiful bodies of your lungs.


3.

The witchery of living

is my whole conversation

with you, my darlings.

All I can tell you is what I know.



Look, and look again.

This world is not just a little thrill for the eyes.



It's more than bones.

It's more than the delicate wrist with its personal pulse.

It's more than the beating of the single heart.

It's praising.

It's giving until the giving feels like receiving.

You have a life—just imagine that!

You have this day, and maybe another, and maybe

   still another.


4.

Someday I am going to ask my friend Paulus,

the dancer, the potter,

to make me a begging bowl

which I believe

my soul needs.


And if I come to you,

to the door of your comfortable house

with unwashed clothes and unclean fingernails,

will you put something into it?


I would like to take this chance.

I would like to give you this chance.


5.

We do one thing or another; we stay the same, or we

   change.

Congratulations, if

   you have changed.


6.

Let me ask you this.

Do you also think that beauty exists for some

   fabulous reason?


And, if you have not been enchanted by this adventure—

   your life—

what would do for you?


7.

What I loved in the beginning, I think, was mostly myself.

Never mind that I had to, since somebody had to.

That was many years ago.

Since then I have gone out from my confinements,

   though with difficulty.

I mean the ones that thought to rule my heart.

I cast them out, I put them on the mush pile.

They will be nourishment somehow (everything is nourishment

somehow or another).


And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.

I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.

I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,

I have become younger.


And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know?

Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.



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I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.

I want to be light and frolicsome.

I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,

as though I had wings.

 

-Mary Oliver 

©2020 by Allison Hendrix Yoga.