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 or 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
Eric
Monday, 1. January 2007 um 6:24 pm Uhr
Crap, can’t see it. Do I need to clear out my cache, perhaps Josh?
Eric
Monday, 1. January 2007 um 6:25 pm Uhr
ahem.