into the peace of wild things

For many people around the world, these days are filled with worry and sorrow. I've been lying awake at night, thinking about how hard it is to rest peacefully in the present and how hard it is to imagine a better future for our children. Having faith in the human race, and in the future on our Mother, is a constant struggle, but also obligational. Parenthood, friendship - everything there is to living - is based upon faith as well as love.

»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

These words reminds me, yet again, that there's solace in the beauty that surrounds us, that there is peace to be found in the wild things. Listening to the silent voices of nature you can only hear when you hush your own inner voices. Silent voices with a meaningful language speaking wisdom.