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.
“The Peace of Wild
Things” by Wendell Berry
Waiting for nature to awaken in the months before Spring, our grey Cornish days can feel endless . It was when I left Art College in my youth, and we had a big garden, grew veg and kept a few chickens I learnt how important daylight is for us all . In the winter, our chickens scratched about and ate well, but simply went to bed when the light failed and did not lay us any eggs until Spring. It taught me that all living things need time to rest , regenerate and recharge their batteries.
So whatever you are up to, while we wait ….. If you are getting some fresh air, walking the dog perhaps ,
Maybe getting a trim or hair cut ?
If you are taking your little horse out to visit the ducks ……
Or, thinking about what you are going to have for supper……
Don’t forget to cosy down and rest awhile, with much-loved company, or a new book and cup of hot tea by a fire.
It won’t be too long before we can all get back to this!
Wishing you good health and kindness in 2022 x.