Are you crazed again this holiday season even though you vowed to simplify this year? If so, we are in the same boat!
I wonder if taking a moment to reflect on this short poem might be soothing. I found it when I was preparing a celebration of life for my dad. I think he would have liked this one, and the imagery makes me smile on the inside.
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.
Wendell Berry, from The Peace of Wild Things And Other Poems (Penguin, 2018)
I absolutely love this time of year. AND, I’m craving the peace of wild things as I’m doing the whole, fabulous, “hustle and bustle” thing. I think I might carve out some time for a stroll in the woods that are just a short drive from my neighborhood in Poway, CA.
I hope whatever creates peace in your life, you are getting it. And I wish you a beautiful holiday.