The Peace of Wild Things

bluebell wood 3

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

I’m not sure the small woodland around the corner from my house is the kind of wilderness described in this beautiful poem, but when I take a walk through it, and hear the April birdsong, I feel as though I briefly escape the troubles of the world and ‘come into the peace of wild things’.

August so far…

Dawn from my window

‘Morning Light’ (dawn from my window)

Morning sun in my local wood

‘Morning Light’ (sunlight in local woods)

A leaf shining with raindrops

‘Leaf’

My handwritten list of 'August Break' challenges

‘Handwriting’

A bumble bee on lavender

‘Sweetness’

My current library book, 'Small is Beautiful', and my knitting

‘I’m reading…’ (Small is Beautiful by E F Schumacher)

Red flowers on a bean stalk

‘Red/Green’

A gift tied up with a bow

‘A secret’

Some of my photos so far from the August Break challenge…

Reach out

World quote page

“The world is not respectable, it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded for ever, but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter.”  – George Santayana

Sketchbook page, watercolour and coloured pencil with collaged text.

 

Just Like Heaven

Sunset 1

Twilight, Oxwich Point

Sunset Over the Dunes

Evening Towards Three Cliffs

Just returned from a week in Oxwich, Gower. Although the weather was fine, the beach was so quiet that at times it felt like being on a desert island. I’m going to make a painting from the first of these photos.

© Dark and Bright Art 2015