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
Consciousness is awakening with a tsunami-like intensity while magnetic poles are shifting beneath our feet. We can find still waters by delighting in the beauty of this world and in our sense of belonging to it.
What other purpose could there be than to participate with whole heart and raw presence moment to moment?
And what other approach to living than this could have the enduring capacity to carry us through the chaos of this transformation to verdant shores?