To find solace and fresher air I've been taking walks along the Sonoma County coast.
Today's walk was with a poet, Jonah Raskin. He talked about wild things.This brought to mind one of my very favorite poems by Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things. This poem expresses how walks outdoors work for me.
"THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS"
by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.