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.
This is a beautiful poem that invites me to shift when I am filled with fear and want o find my way to grace and freedom. I hope you like it, too. I don’t remember now where I first read it, although its special touch continues to linger.
* I took this photo in Verbania Italy of Lake Maggiore at sunset and chose to include it in this post because I find the light mysterious and soothing.
There are just times when life is challenging. Sometimes the source is obvious – I can see it and others can as well. We can point to it and say – ah, yes, that is why you are feeling this way. At other times I can’t pinpoint the source of my malaise. It’s almost like all the cells in my body have conspired to set me straight – and I don’t even know how I’m off course. 🙂 Often a good night’s sleep will bring things back into balance. Sometimes it takes a good dose of sunshine, or friendship, or self-compassion.
* I took this photo on a fresh new day at sunrise on the beach at San Agustinillo, Mexico.