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 [other] 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


2012 is here! It's a new day, a new year, and yet another chance to just take a deep breath, pause, and appreciate a second chance at life. Thinking about this poem and imagining the peace of wild things helps me to realize that life goes on, and what's past, is past. At this time, I rest in the grace of the world, and am starting to feel free.

Peace always,

Vanessa