Water in the River

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Rain falls in the distance from stormy skies.

More stormy skies.

Banjo-playin' fool. :)

Learning on Daddy's banjo. He's been very interested in the banjo lately, and is quite defensive if anyone takes his banjo away from him.

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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