the peace of wild things


Today, a bit of miscellany:

+ My lovely friend Torunn just opened an Etsy shop - check it out.

+ I want to live in above tree house. Please. (PC: Beth)

+ Pear and Almond Chocolate Cake with Cider Glaze. Yum.

+ I am excited about autumn, but but but . . . these pictures. Cape Cod in the summer? Sigh.

+ And this poem . . . read in the art department chapel the other day. I heard it awhile ago and fell in love with it, but then forgot about it. So glad to be reminded of it . . .

The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
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.

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