4/29/2018 0 Comments Sitting With DucksI decided to walk down to the lake today, just a short walk, but some ducks caught my eye and I sat down to watch them and stayed for awhile . The sun was casting a perfectly sparkling sheen across the water and the ducks were happily bathing. My mind was tugging at my heart, telling it all the things I had to get done today, but really, it was an imaginary list. There was something simple, and yet, profound happening here. I was captivated by the common duck taking a bath. A thought began streaming through my head, "they require so little, and I, so much." The ducks made me reflect on my life and my possessions asking myself what I could release from my life in order to carry a lighter load. They live in the wild and I envied them. A gust of wind slapped me back into the reality of being human and I knew I had a different path, not the simple life of a duck. But still, there was a lesson here, to lighten my load. Nature is my teacher and my healer, but I often rush away, trying to find something more worthy to accomplish. The words of Wendell Berry began whispering in my ear, "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."
The Peace of Wild Things WENDELL BERRY 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.
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