“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.”—American poet, novelist, critic,
and environmentalist activist Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things,” from The Peace of Wild Things (2018)
I took this image of a blue heron in Sea Pines
Forest Preserve while on vacation in Hilton Head, SC, in November 2014
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