not plagarization but rather, recycling...

I just found this poem on someone elses blog and it feels so North to me that I had to share it.

It made me happy.

Sometimes I feel like the only peace I have these days is the peace of wild things...why not embrace it!

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

Willa (the kitty) trying to find peace in a box

(I've tried to explain to her that sometimes I feel driven to the same thing)

Esme and her Babka making gingerbread cookies

Peace of a wild thing illustrated

(Esme made a snow angel next to her Babka)