The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. . . .
My beautiful friend, Mamie Webb, who died at the splendid age of 99, gifted me with the love of this poem (I'll give you Mamie soon, in another post-you'll love her!). Try this trick: Chant Wordsworth's first two lines whenever you enter a mall. His wisdom will help you leave relatively unscathed, and thankfully burdened with no more than what you first intended to buy. I credit my aversion to shopping to Wordsworth's pen, and my love of nature to Mamie. Here's the Skinny: This weekend, instead of going to the mall, go for a walk outside. The mountains, the beach, the park, your garden. Shhh. Listen. They're calling to your hungry soul.
Photo: Google Images, Nature