(Blue Heron by Isaac Bignell, 1959-1995, Canadian Cree artist)
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
we live in a time with the sound of the slightest night noise can awaken our hearts with worry. No one knows what to expect – bombarded with news, repetitive and fantastical, our minds are filled with words of warning and images of horror. We all need a guide to a place that settles our anxious hearts and reminds us of something greater – may Wendell Berry be that guide for you today.