Less air pollution, less mining, less logging. And it's spring in the Upstate. What better time to have time on your hands. There’s ample time to shelter outside, walking your favorite trails, listening to the spring chorus of songbirds, or spending your time on Lake Jocassee, being enthralled with the ongoing spring loon migration. That’s what I’m doing most everyday now. There is peace to be found in wild places, in the company of wild life. No one has said it better than Wendell Berry. Read his poem and breathe deeply. ~B
“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.