Water in the River

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

This was at my Mom and Dad's house, where Leify found (and promptly fell in love with) two large old bears of mine, Fluffy and Flower.

DaMomma and Caryn.

Ally and Andrew.

Leif and Willie playing in Avery's room.

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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