Originally Posted by Stitchawl
"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
Stitchawl
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