Respite

Like many, in addition to ongoing layers of personal and professional life, I’ve been overwhelmed by so much in the news…So, blog has been silent…though thoughts have been many…

And so just for a bit of respite for myself, today I set down a few morning observations like I do sometimes here at the edge of the Wild Kingdom, and they ended up feeling a bit like a prose poem… I chose to share it on Facebook, and thought I’d also put it out there in blogland as perhaps just a bit of online virtual respite for others…

Respite

Summer, summer morning, next to the Wild Kingdom. Jays piercing the air with their flight and their calls. Ducks suddenly dashing and splashing, thumping their wings in a frantic getaway from…nobody nothing anybody else can see. Lone yellow swallowtail dipping and lifting through the green air. And always, always, Old Doggie pacing, pacing…on patrol as best she can. We have a little while more, with the still-morning shade and with Sun not yet at its fierce height, before we must retreat inside against the coming day. Breathe in the summer morning, growing heavy with heat. Respite found, needed, sought, and will be found again.

 

ElkI’m reminded of what I wrote in an earlier, longer post last January, including the truly beautiful true poem by Wendell Berry:

The natural world has untold bounties to teach us. There is violence and death to be sure. And there is beauty and peace. There is a wholeness, a balance that is real, and instructive, and nourishing.

Nature’s story is our story.

We humans are not apart from nature, much as we might wish or think or strive to be – with technology, with “intellect,” or whatever. We simply are as much a part of nature/creation/the world as any robin or spruce or river.

The Peace of Wild Things

ducks

Mallard pair

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, “The Peace of Wild Things” from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1998. (Counterpoint Press, 1985)

Thanks for reading – Pam

 

Featured photo at the top taken by Pam Faro on June 19, 2016. The mallards and elk photos also by Pam Faro. (The elk were in the Rockies…the mallards behind my house…The Wild Kingdom is very photogenic..).