Thursday, June 11, 2015


We have become primarily an urban species completely out of sync with the mystery and wonder of land and sky and open spaces and wild places and the infinite distance that stretches out beyond us. This has been devastating in ways most can't even begin to comprehend. It has left us stuck in a place having forgotten how sacred it all is. Wendell Berry says "there are no sacred and unsacred places, there are only sacred and desecrated places." The desecrated places are the result of this deep amnesia that has settled over us, a forgetting that leaves us missing the obvious.

 The Peace Of Wild Things
 ~ 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.

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