| When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting for their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. Wendell Berry |
April 6, 2007
Peace Of Wild Things
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Amen to that!
I know I don't agree with everything Berry writes, but that quote is just about perfect.
By coincidence in another blog I read, this morning I found this on Berry: http://cumberlandbooks.com/blog/?p=295
Have a happy Easter,
-Robert
wow... that is awesome... i really like the "day-blind stars"... I might just add this to my favorite poems list
FG
Robert, that *is* interesting that the cumberland blog was about Berry. Hmmm. Things that make you go, "Hmmm".
Kim and I went to the marshes on Thursday and sat and skipped rocks on still waters... where the heron and spoonbills feed.
I think that one painting out in the woods is telling of this too.
And this is mixed in the stress of making sure I can make ends meet and providing a secure future. And mixed with not giving into pressures which keep the stars dark. And the mix of lots of nights awake.
But yes! For a time, each day, no matter, I find rest in the simplest things.
Happy Easter :)
I'll try to be simple with you!
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