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Into Something Better: Foggy September Mornings In Canada

September 26, 2017

Sleeping In The Forest

I thought the earth remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

– Mary Oliver

We as a group of artist mothers from all over the world are making it our priority to turn off the tv/video games so that we can give our children the sacred experience to connect with the fast disappearing natural world. We will freelens our adventures into the wild and share them through this monthly project.

A couple of foggy September mornings waiting for the school bus, and a few moments in awe of the magic of spiderwebs and dewdrops.

Up next in the circle is Kelly Sutton and her family’s adventure in Yosemite National Park.

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Into Something Better: Sailing in Grand Bend, Ontario, Canada

August 28, 2017

Sleeping in the Forest

by

Mary Oliver

I thought the earth remembered me,

She took me back so tenderly

Arranging her skirts

Her pockets full of lichens and seeds.

I slept as never before

A stone on the riverbed,

Nothing between me and the white fire of the stars,

But my thoughts.

And they floated light as moths

Among the branches of the perfect trees.

All night I heard the small kingdoms

Breathing around me.

The insects and the birds

Who do their work in darkness.

All night I rose and fell,

As if water, grappling with luminous doom.

By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times

Into something better.

Inspired by this breathtaking poem by Mary Oliver, a group of freelensing Mothers from around the world have come together to let our children explore this great planet of ours. Through the fields, forests, streams and rivers our children roam. Untethered and disconnected from the intrawebs of modern life. And because we only freelense on these adventures, there is a side of embracing the unexpected and the random.

One summer morning, I got a phone call. One I didn’t want, but one which might save my life. Then I got a text, a few days late, asking if we wanted to go sailing. We shunned the sardines packed on the beach. The masses. The line ups for burgers, bathroom stalls and parking spots. For the solitude of  floating on The Lake. With 3 people I love dearly. My son, my daughter and my brother.

The quiet. On this day of all days. Called to the water. This place called Grand Bend. Of Course.

Up next in the circle of freelensing adventures is Heather Robinson, fearless leader and inspiration to all of us.
(PS. an ultrasound a week later showed the lumps my mammogram had found were thankfully only cysts, and nothing to be concerned about)

Up next in the circle is the master of freelensing, Heather Robinson