The title of this post comes from a poem by the wonderful poet Wendell Berry. The poem is below:
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.
Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things” from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1998.
The poem reminds us of our connection to nature and our need to enter into that connection and find peace, refreshment, acceptance, and belonging. I wonder how often we get out of our insulated offices, air-conditioned vehicles, and bubble-wrapped existences to find the peace creation offers us, in the midst of wild things. I too often am cocooned away from the temperatures, elements, and effects of nature.
Before summer gets away from us and we are swept into the activity and new beginnings of the school year, would you consider getting away and going back to nature? Take some time to walk a trail or sit by a pond or lie in the grass in your backyard. There is a rest and freedom that comes from remembering we are created, we are but dust, and we are part of an order that is an interdependent and intricately connected web of life. Read the poem again, and try and remember the last time you experienced such awareness. I hope you will schedule time to enter the peace of wild things very soon.
Where is your favorite spot to find the peace of wild things?
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