little bit of lagniappe

reflecting on everyday grace

The Peace of Wild Things

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This is a portrait of my Gran Edie, a woman with the strength and beauty of wildflowers.

And a poem posted for her (and for new friends found in the Granite State):

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

 

As Terry Tempest Williams says, “I want my life to be a celebration of s l o w n e s s.”

Yes.

And today, may we slow and stop long enough to count the miracles growing from the ground.

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2 thoughts on “The Peace of Wild Things

  1. Janester on said:

    The Berry poem and the Williams quote are exquisite. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

  2. Perry Thomas on said:

    Beautiful, Cartie! I think it shows lots of influence fro your New Hamphire

    Sent from my iPad

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