Saturday, January 17, 2009

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
in fear of what my life and my
children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood
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
of grief. I come into the presence
of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind
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)

1 comment:

  1. I keep meaning to print this poem out and leave it next to my bed! If only I could so easily go and enjoy the wild things when I"m up worrying.