“I prefer to lounge under a tree…
Of course I wake up finally
thinking, how wonderful to be who I am…
my own thoughts, my own fingerprints –
all that glorious, temporary stuff.”
from ‘On Meditating, Sort of’ by Mary Oliver
These beautiful lines by Mary Oliver are more than a “sort of” meditation (her title of the poem!).
They speak to me about her uniqueness as a human being – all of our uniqueness as individual, differentiated people – and I love how she links her “sort of” meditation with lounging under a tree.
The photograph below was of a unique moment recently. The sun was setting as I looked out over the floods of the River Severn, and then I noticed the beautiful, unique reflections of the trees (they are normally standing in a field!).
How wonderful to be who we are – our own thoughts, our own experiences, our unique, glorious “stuff”.




