Of Wild Things

“I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief… For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” – Wendell Berry

“Bless the poets, the workers for justice, the dancers of ceremony, the singers of heartache, the visionaries, all makers and carriers of fresh meaning—We will all make it through, despite politics and wars, despite failures and misunderstandings. There is only love.”― Joy Harjo, Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems

Underneath the busy, the noise, the fast, fresh meaning awaits harvest, celebration.
Beyond the past, the future, the momentary struggle, the now awaits attention, rest.
Above, below, all around, the peace of the wild things opens space and creates place to discover, uncover, rediscover love, that always remains whether we see it or not, steep.
Rest in the grace of the world.

“I need a song that will keep sky open in my mind. If I think behind me, I might break. If I think forward, I lose now.”― Joy Harjo, Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems