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.
— Wendell Berry
I will not tax my life with forethought of grief. I'm led to a place of rest beside still water.
Just for the fun of it:
I found this video last night.
That was about a year and a half ago while we were visiting/working in Los Angeles for a spell. Now look where our pepper-shaking friend Kelly is:
Any big-time producers out there needing to cast a hilarious woman in any upcoming projects? Pick our friend Kelly. You won't regret it.Have a great Monday. The old grindstone is calling.