November 10, 2016

Be Here, Now

In response to so many grieving, frightened, and angry posts I've read in the past two days, I offer this visual moment of deep peace, loveliness, and bountiful color that I experienced on the eve of the election joined with Wendell Berry's poem, which also appears to be trending today:

When despair 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 for their light.  For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
- Wendell Berry

(Photo © 2016 Cherrie Corey.  Taken below Thoreau's cabin site, looking SE across Walden Pond)

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