top of page
Writer's pictureEthan Pollock

The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry

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.

136 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Quote by Jane Hirshfield

I have been given this existence, these years on this Earth, to accept what has come into my lifetime — wars, loves, trucks, betrayals,...

Ryokan 1758-1831

Too lazy to be ambitious, I let the world take care of itself. Ten days' worth of rice in my bag; a bundle of twigs by the fireplace. Why...

How to Heal by Jeff Foster

Do not force the healing, my love. Healing is always unforced. It happens when the conditions are right. When there is just enough love,...

Comments


bottom of page