The Peace of Wild Things
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.
Today I went and lay where the wood drake rests and came into the peace of wild things.
It has been one of those rare spring days of perfection…not too hot nor too cool, a light breeze that just caressed and teased the hair on ones neck and the fragrance of blossoms and new foliage? Heady and intoxicating, a sensory elixir that would cure whatever ails you if you let it.
It’s rare that I find a spot in Metro Vancouver that evokes memories of my youth but this place does that for me. When I walk here among these trees I feel transported as if walking in the cottonwoods that grow where the Nechako meets the Fraser back home. The giants here are still replete with the astringent sticky sap smell new leaves bring forth and have grown tall and strong here along the lower Fraser, some reaching epic proportions. We found one whose trunk was more than 3 feet across, an ancient giant, old growth of another kind than we usually think of. So rare are these spots now that to find them, is akin to finding hope itself for the first time. That perhaps we might just get it right because in these rare spots people can make and build those connections to nature that moves them to value it as well.
The older I get, the more I yearn for the things of my roots. For forests immense and untouched. For lakes silent save for the haunting call of a loon. For rivers unspoiled by mans touch. When I was little I took these places for granted – I can’t afford to do that now and if you are honest, you’ll likely admit the same. And after weeks like the last where the political news and agenda’s sicken the spirit for revealing how corrupting the touch of power itself really can be….well… this is my peace. My center. How I keep myself grounded,rejuvenated and motivated at the same time. In nature I find a clarity and knowing that can’t be found anywhere else.
For those of you also fighting the good fight, I hope you too find places of clarity and peace that rejuvenate your spirit and feed the soul,however small they may be. Take a break. Enjoy the world. Spend time with friends and family.Sunsets are free and the things that truly matter in the end, cost nothing and yet are priceless.
Do not, let the world make you hard my friends. ❤ Do not let it steal your softness or make you bitter. Because it truly is, still a very beautiful place.