“I Come into the Peace of Wild Things”*
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It’s a restless time,
A fuzzy time
Too many words
Would be required
It will come
Today I choose
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
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.
Here are the visual and energetic reminders:
So much to say and nothing to say, about our relationship to these wild things.
How we connect,
How they connect us to ourselves?
Both outside our windows,
And on the couch.
First, this little girl.
How might my life be different, if, at that age, I had those friends?
Here are two dear beings who found each other, both now gone, Koko and Robin:
How to understand—forget understanding—how to even language our relationship with our critters,
The ones we have been blessed with,
The ones we have been
Selected to steward?
The one snoring
On your couch?
Sleeping on the rug?
Drooling on the pillow?
She runs like a wild and crazy thing,
Zooming down the trails,
Returning wildly to her people
Back for her “treats”,
Off again to explore.
To find the treasures within the treasures,
The smells within the smells,
The bits of yum
Inside the yummy.
How to even imagine
She sleeps in my arms,
Controlling the placement of
Any and all bodies
with her tiny one.
She falls into sleep
Pressed into mine,
With love and peace—
May the work we do
Alone and together
Benefit all beings.
May those on
Most at risk
May the blessed
*Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things