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.
During the cold Winter months there is too much idle time to sit with sadness and regret. The cold, snowy days make plenty of room for too much thought. It is the absence of sun that hurts.
This Wendell Berry poem reflects my feelings on Summer. During the glorious days of Summer there is so much activity going on that my soul can rest in the grace of the world, and I feel free.
Here are just a few of the reasons I love Summer~
Fresh squeezed lemonade. Watermellon seed spitting contests.
I love going into the garden and rubbing the herb leaves between my fingers. Tansy and Lemon Balm are particularly fragrant.
The woodsy apple scent of Chamomile is divine.
Slip and Slides and running through the sprinkler.
Long lazy afternoons reading a good book. Going out for ice cream after dinner, on a whim.
They are salve to my soul.