The Storm

Now through the white orchard my little dog
romps, breaking the new snow
with wild feet.
Running here running there, excited,
hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins
until the white snow is written upon
in large, exuberant letters,
a long sentence, expressing
the pleasures of the body in this world.
Oh, I could not have said it better

-Mary Oliver

This morning the thought came to me of “being immersed in the world.” I was given the palpable feeling of what this is. To be saturated with the substance of the entire world, to be of the substance of all things. Later… I came upon the above poem on Facebook!

It is what I need for my soul’s growth, and also for the story work I am doing now. I am working on re-entering THE SNOW MAIDEN, so I can share it at the Anchorage Folk Festival.