Voting With Hope

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“Money, pardon the expression, is like manure. It’s not worth a thing unless it’s spread around, encouraging young things to grow.”  – Mrs. Dolly Levy, ‘Hello Dolly’

If you haven’t already voted, you’ve got until 10pm tonight. As George Monbiot said in his Guardian column yesterday, “The world belongs to those who turn up… That unfamiliar, tingling sensation that’s been troubling you of late? It’s called hope. Don’t let them take it away from you.”

 

 

 

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The Peace of Wild Things

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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’.

Beneath the boughs

“Look up at the treetops, and see how finely Nature finishes off her work there.”

                                                                                                                      Henry David Thoreau

All photos © Dark and Bright Art 2014