The Peace of Wild Things, by Wendell Berry

(This makes me think of Nance)

Nancy’s Totem Bird

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.

5 thoughts on “

  1. Hi Nancy and Joey,

    I am thinking of you every day and sending good thoughts . Joan is also letting Us know how you are doing. I made OG turkey vegetable soup and there are two containers in my garage freezer that I told Joan about and asked her to take to you next time she heads your way.

    Please let me know if there is anything special I can bake or cook up for you…. I’d love to.
    Or if you would like more soup…. I make a pot every week.

    Sending lots of love,
    Jim and Patty

  2. This is so beautiful. Mr. Berry is a gift to the world, and speaks for so many of us. Thank you for posting this at such a worrisome time. The photo is exquisite.
    Love to you and Nancy.

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