There is a place where the town ends

and the fields begin.

It’s not marked but the feet know it,

also the heart, that is longing for refreshment

and, equally, for repose.

Someday we will live in the sky.

Meanwhile, the house of our lives is the world.

The fields, the ponds, the birds.

The thick black oaks-surely they are the children of God.

The feistiness among the tiger lilies,

the hedges of runaway honeysuckle, that no one owns.

Where is it? I ask, and then

my feet know it.

One jump, and I’m home.

-Mary Oliver

I read this poem, Boundaries, at Brad’s service.  It’s been posted by my desk ever since and  I like to read it from time to time.  There are some poems, quotes, and song lyrics that squeeze my heart, and I love that.

You and I will meet again

When we’re least expecting it

One day in some far off place

I will recognize your face

I won’t say goodbye my friend

For you and I will meet again

-Tom Petty

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.  May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.  -Edward Abbey

xo