The Peace of Wild Things

Nature has always been a haven for me. I grew up on land and now as an adult seek out open spaces to ground, breath deeply and be inspired.

Bare feet in the grass.

Listen. Feel. Be.

-Kim

Wendell Berry’s “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 for the light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and I am free.

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