The Peace of Wild Things~ by 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 the 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 wild, and am free.
Our spot here in Glen Ellen the land where are Sol Journeys took place was brought to a place of stillness as she lies in wait with her ashes from the fires of Northern California. This same spot I had also called home, the place I lived and loved. I am so very grateful for the time spent upon her as well as the many others that also enjoyed her magic and mystery. Although with this clearing of our dear Gaia it will take some time in allow to see what is to emerge, as once again she finds a new freedom of growth upon her earth, as well as a new energy that she will bring forth. As she begins again to make her way, so will I as well as our entire community.
I find myself by the waters of Bodega Bay as a place I am “finding peace at a time of unrest among the wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.” May each of us find a place to rest in the grace of this world and a place to free yourself from any remains that wish to be brought to rest. This so the new places and energy within can begin to form and plant ourselves a new.
With Love, Regina