Nature and poetry are two things that soothe my soul in troubled moments (along with chatting with friends, long walks, meditation, music, gin & tonic at the end of the day, and videos of goats being their hilarious goat selves).
Eric shared this poem with me more than 20 years ago, and it remains one of my favorites. It seems especially appropriate right now. Stay well, dear ones.
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.