“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.”
~ Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things”
Late Fall in Wyoming
This photo was taken on my recent trip to Wyoming. I saw several moose, which was the objective. Of course, it would have been great to have a big bull moose in the middle of this scene…but no…ha! I love Wendell Berry’s poem here because coming into the “peace of wild things” is what I do. It’s been my life. Even though I am not there today, seeing this brings me back and I feel that peace all over again. I hope you experience it, too!