Whenever I feel frustrated, agitated, purposeless, sad, angry, scared, worried, jealous, alone, abandoned, uncertain, hopeless… I go and find a big tree. The bigger the better. The older the better. The rougher the bark the better. I let my bare feet feel the ground, I sit under the tree and lean against its roughness. I sit with the tree and try to just be.
More often than not, things fall back into place.
It the photo is one of those trees. I ”found” this one in Sri Lanka and it taught me that when you choose to grow in unconventional ways, the results can be magical!
This Monday I wanted to share with you a poem by Wendell Berry, an inspiring contemporary American poet and environmentalist.
The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry
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.
