When the snow flies, its nice to dream about warm summer greens and the hidden peace back in these woods.
Mary Oliver writes in a relaxed, no nonsense, seemingly simple style. Yet in a few short lines she delivers a generous helping of truths. Her poem, “How I Go Into the Woods” is just such a piece. In her down to earth way she describes her prayerful, joyful experiencing of woods, not as a social experience but as a personal full sensory practice akin to forest bathing also known as shinrin-yoku. Well worth enjoying:
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/519482-how-i-go-to-the-wood-ordinarily-i-go-to
Gouache, 9×12 on watercolour paper mounted on gallery cradled board – $125
ISTVAN JOBST FINE ART 