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“The pond vanishes, and the white field over which the fox runs so quickly brings out its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its bellows. And at evening especially, the piled firewood shifts a little, longing to be on its way.” - Mary Oliver, A Song for Autumn | My grandma painted this, and I love it. I want to wander around and get lost in this place...and learn to paint like she could. 🍂Happy first day of fall 🍂
A small 5×7" piece just done for a beloved family member. A surprise!! #lettering #graphite #calligraphy #pressedflowers #maryoliver
#unwrappinggift #maryoliver
I know I’ve got a while till the Fall temps get here, but this is a symbolic date for me. I’m so ready. . I often think of Mary Oliver when Fall is on its way...and her astonishing poem. Given the losses I’m seeing in my friends lives, I felt this should be shared. .  IN BLACKWATER WOODS  Mary Oliver  Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars  of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment,  the long tapers of cattails are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders  of the ponds, and every pond, no matter what its name is, is  nameless now. Every year everything I have ever learned  in my lifetime leads back to this: the fires and the black river of loss whose other side  is salvation, whose meaning none of us will ever know. To live in this world  you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it  against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. . #life #maryoliver #autumn
“You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body  love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting – over and over announcing your place in the family of things.” ― Mary Oliver • • #art #maryoliver #womenempowerment #meditation #life #wild #journey #imagination #creative  #spirituality #quotes #love #practice #women #body #tantra #empowerment #spaceforlove
a bittersweet season: 'In the deep fall don’t you imagine the leaves think how  comfortable it will be to touch  the earth instead of the  nothingness of air and the endless  freshets of wind? And don’t you think  the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,  warm caves, begin to think  of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep  inside their bodies? And don’t you hear  the goldenrod whispering goodbye,  the everlasting being crowned with the first  tuffets of snow? The pond  vanishes, and the white field over which  the fox runs so quickly brings out  its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its  bellows. And at evening especially,  the piled firewood shifts a little,  longing to be on its way.' Song for Autumn by-Mary Oliver (of course!) image by me, encaustic on panel, sold. http://www.janyates.com/recent-work-encaustic.html.  #deepfall#portals#treeportals#markmaking#coldwaxmedium#thinplaces#internationalart#beyondjustpainting#dialogewiththeland#janyates#songforautumn#maryoliver#senseofplace#naturalworld#artistsoninstagram#toeverythingthereisaseason#encausticpainting#drawing#beeswax#birds#wanderlust#artistsoninstagram#climatechange
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I love Mary Oliver - swipe for her Fall poem.  I have such a dimension in life. I love the sun and ocean and water. I don't like sweating. But I despise driving in Snow and Ice. Autumn and Spring are favorite seasons. What about you?
"When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement; I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms." ~Mary Oliver ••••••••• #brideofamazement #bridegroomoftheworld #pequotseposnaturecenterct  #wildlifeconservationphotography  #wildhearthphotography  #maryoliver
Happy first day of Autumn. Mary Oliver always says it best. #poetry #maryoliver #words
Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful  than the way the sun, every evening, relaxed and easy, floats toward the horizon  and into the clouds or the hills, or the rumpled sea, and is gone– and how it slides again  out of the blackness, every morning, on the other side of the world, like a red flower  streaming upward on its heavenly oils, say, on a morning in early summer, at its perfect imperial distance– and have you ever felt for anything such wild love– do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure  that fills you, as the sun reaches out, as it warms you  as you stand there, empty-handed– or have you too turned from this world–  or have you too gone crazy for power, for things? ~Mary Oliver  ________ Happy first day of fall!! ________ #coloradogram #coloradical #colorfulcolorado #colorfulcolorado #colorado_creative #fiftyshades_of_twilight #sunset_stream #sunset_vision #sunrise_sunset_photogroup #sunrise_and_sunsets #sunset_universe #firstdayoffall #mindthemountains #explorecolorado #naturephotography #earthpics #naturegeography #visitcolorado #naturalcolorado #coloradosky #coloradolive #weekendvibes #viewsfromcolorado #awakethesoul #rockymountainhigh #maryoliver #bns_sunset #bestnatureshot #the_folknature #mtnfolk #glorious
Happy Fall! Time to clear out, reflect, and move forward. See my thoughts on fall in the newest blog post.  Link in bio. #fall #autumn #cleaning #reflection #maryoliver #songofautumn #maryoliverpoem
I’m back in Georgetown for a bit and while I wasn’t intending to do any more murals, I was walking through the @artlanepenang today and couldn’t help getting inspired... Here’s a mock-up that I’m working on based on one of my favorite poems by Mary Oliver. Created on iPad Procreate.
...it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world . -Mary Oliver, Red Bird #livefullyalive #rainymornings #deermedicine #darkmornings #autumn #forestdweller
a song for autumn 🍂  In the deep fall don’t you imagine the leaves think how comfortable it will be to touch the earth instead of the nothingness of air and the endless freshets of wind? And don’t you think the trees themselves, especially those with mossy, warm caves, begin to think of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep inside their bodies? And don’t you hear the goldenrod whispering goodbye, the everlasting being crowned with the first tuffets of snow? The pond vanishes, and the white field over which the fox runs so quickly brings out its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its bellows. And at evening especially, the piled firewood shifts a little, longing to be on its way. #maryoliver #autumnsong
~Contemplation~ perhaps not the usual image of sunflowers, but this field stopped me in my tracks and served to remind me of the artistry of nature. Cycles, rhythms and pulses, ebbs and flows....and it brought to mind a poem as captivating, as beautiful and as thought provoking as the vision before my eyes ~ [...] and therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look at time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility, and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular, and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending as all music does, towards silence, and each body a lion of courage and something precious to this earth [...] 'When death comes', Mary Oliver.🍂🍁🍂#botanical#sunflowers#roadtrip#autumn #awe#naturephotography#cyclicalnature#circleoflife#sacredgeometry#poetry#naturepoetry#maryoliver#france#
White Flowers — #maryoliver | Last night in the fields I lay down in the darkness to think about death, but instead I fell asleep, as if in a vast and sloping room filled with those white flowers that open all summer, sticky and untidy, in the warm fields. When I woke the morning light was just slipping in front of the stars, and I was covered with blossoms. I don’t know how it happened— I don’t know if my body went diving down under the sugary vines in some sleep-sharpened affinity with the depths, or whether that green energy rose like a wave and curled over me, claiming me in its husky arms. I pushed them away, but I didn’t rise. Never in my life had I felt so plush, or so slippery, or so resplendently empty. Never in my life had I felt myself so near that porous line where my own body was done with and the roots and the stems and the flowers began. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ |⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ White Iris (1921) — #edwardweston | #softcentrejournal ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ [Image description: A soft focus black & white photograph of a nude figure, cropped to show the upper body only. They have their eyes closed & are smelling a white iris.]

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