THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
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
week 12.17.14 through 12.23.14
We will be offline 12/24-12/31 for Christmas break with our families,
thank you for a wonderful 2014.
The brightest of blessings,
Holly, Heather & Sarah
See you in the new year!
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