The Peace of Wild Things

Thanks to LocalFoodLover over on the western coast of USA and to blip for connecting us, I've recently been introduced to Wendell Berry a poet and environment activist.

After working through my Christmas book gifts, my next purchase will be a novel and a book of poetry from his collection.

For now I'll leave you with

The Peace 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
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

I now know why running the trails calms me more than pounding the roads.