I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild an want it back.
Mary OliverRead
When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching my ripped arms, thinking of nothing, cramming the black honey of summer into my mouth; all day my body accepts what it is. In the dark creeks that run by there is this thick paw of my life darting among the black bells, the leaves; there is this happy tongue.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects the joy of immersing oneself in nature and the simple pleasures of life.
In this quote, Mary Oliver celebrates the beauty of nature and the bliss found in engaging with it. The imagery of foraging blackberries symbolizes a carefree existence, where one can indulge in the richness of life without the burdens of the mind. The act of reaching for the fruit amidst untouched wilderness illustrates a deep connection to the natural world and the importance of embracing one’s own existence within it.
Themes
NatureBlackberriesJoyLifeSimplicity
In practice
Example use cases
During a nature retreat, this quote could be shared to inspire participants to connect with their surroundings.
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