and I wake in 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 with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
"The Peace of Wild Things" - Wendell Berry
The natural world is good for the soul.
In just a few weeks our communities, our country and our world has changed beyond anything we have ever known.
Life is surreal. It is like watching a horror film or a dystopian drama but being in it at the same time.
Anyone reading "The Peace of Wild Things" will hopefully understand the uplifting feeling of hearing the first singing Chiffchaffs and Blackcaps of the spring, seeing the first Bumblebees and Brimstones emerge and enjoying the profusion of white Blackthorn.
Nature is carrying on regardless.
It is totally oblivious to this unfolding existential human tragedy.
💚🦆 🦉 🌼 🌳💚
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