Sunday Best – September 22, 2019

This week brought the joy of being with family, and the satisfaction of some worthy work being done, and then some sharp sorrowful news from far away.

It can be a terribly helpless feeling, caring from a distance – but in the midst of the floaty useless anxiety, I got to be near this amazing falcon, who was trained but not tamed.

It helped a whole lot.

Dear ones, beyond us, the day-blind stars are always waiting with their light. We cannot un-do our sorrows, but we can steer them towards the worthy work of mending our graceful, wild world.

 

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.

     – The Peace of Wild Things, by Wendell Berry

 

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