02/24/2016
Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars
of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,
the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders
of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is
nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side
is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
“In Blackwater Woods” by Mary Oliver, from American Primitive. © Back Bay Books, 1983.
It is with mixed feelings that we announce that For the Love of Trees will no longer be hosting a monthly Swish. We want to Thank everyone who made the Swishes possible. We could not possibly have accomplished what we did over the last year without your support. Although we still believe “Together we can make a difference” and would encourage people to reduce, reuse and recycle their clothing for the health of our planet the limited turn out despite 250 + on our mailing list does not make it possible to deliver a fair trade swap at a monthly event. So the time has come to let go, and we are letting go.
In our dedication to unburdening the planet of clothing waste we have been creating bags from the unloved clothing left behind at our Swishes. Over the next few months we will be exploring different ways to bring these bags to life . . . so stay tuned and For the Love of Trees Simplify!