Monday, October 18, 2010

Home Is Where the Heart Is

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


Got to visit the woods where I played as a girl when hanging with my younger brother last week for his birthday.


I immediately felt peaceful and playful. I love that strip of suburban wilderness so much. It will always feel like home to me.

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Childhood Memories of Trees and Cats
Plastic Jellies & Summer Memories
How the City Hurts Your Brain (And Nature Helps)

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3 comments:

thefreebox said...

Love this poem, May. Thank you so much for the inspiration. I may have to dance with this one...

Bob said...

That Berry poem has long been one of my favorites, and the nature pics are a joy. Thanks!

May said...

So glad you both enjoyed it! :)