…the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief

“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 (Sex, Economy, Freedom, and Community)

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2 thoughts on “…the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief

  1. Karin, you are a genius with both words and your camera. This is so inspiring. Thank you for sharing it with me. Love

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