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* Little Red Riding Hood | * Little Red Riding Hood | ||
: A twist on this story makes Grandmother a horrible jealous witch whose lover, the Lumberjack, was discovered to lust for the poor dryad who was in love with the Big Bad Wolf. | : A twist on this story makes Grandmother a horrible jealous witch whose lover, the Lumberjack, was discovered to lust for the poor dryad who was in love with the Big Bad Wolf. | ||
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| + | '''When I Am Among the Trees'''<br>''~ Mary Oliver''<br> | ||
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| + | When I am among the trees,<br> | ||
| + | especially the willows and the honey locust,<br> | ||
| + | equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,<br> | ||
| + | they give off such hints of gladness,<br> | ||
| + | I would almost say that they save me, and daily.<br> | ||
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| + | I am so distant from the hope of myself,<br> | ||
| + | in which I have goodness, and discernment,<br> | ||
| + | and never hurry through the world<br> | ||
| + | but walk slowly, and bow often.<br> | ||
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| + | Around me the trees stir in their leaves<br> | ||
| + | and call out, "Stay awhile."<br> | ||
| + | The light flows from their branches.<br> | ||
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| + | And they call again, "It's simple," they say,<br> | ||
| + | "and you too have come<br> | ||
| + | into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled<br> | ||
| + | with light, and to shine."<br> | ||
Latest revision as of 16:56, 22 March 2013
- Little Red Riding Hood
- A twist on this story makes Grandmother a horrible jealous witch whose lover, the Lumberjack, was discovered to lust for the poor dryad who was in love with the Big Bad Wolf.
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."
