Dear women,
You, who hold up so much of our world; who navigate social expectations and pressures; who seek to follow your own inner song while you grieve for all our children. You, who manage, and listen, and often swallow your voice as you raise community, face uncertainty, and struggle with fear. Dear women, you are not alone. If you feel unmoored and exhausted by the enormity of it all, I am here with resources and support to address the anxiety, depression, grief and chronic stress our minds and bodies hold as we try to maintain balance in a tumultuous world… and as we navigate changes in our homes, bodies, ecology, and social systems. I see you. I’m here for you. Please reach out.
When I Am Among the Trees
~Mary Oliver
When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment, and never hurry through the world but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “Stay awhile.” The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say, “and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.”