Taking A Pass

I’m a little behind the power curve this week.

I had a handful of pieces that were almost there, but I simply ran out of time and inspiration to help them get there. I pondered writing something new. I kicked some ideas around with Jared, who shrugged and said, “I’m about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.” That’s a new one. You’re welcome. In short, I’m pooped. I didn’t want to half-ass something when you probably need more right now, and I still wanted to provide some alkalinity in the universe this week.

I thumbed through an old notebook, where I had about 50 pages of poems and quotes, many of which were lovingly curated by the staff at Veteran’s Path. There, I found a soothing little poem I’d like to share.

The Peace of Wild Things by 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.

I hope you find a moment of rest in the chaos, and I hope you are finding calm in the storm. I shall resume normal programming next week. Thank you for your grace, friends.

Xo,

Cami