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’.

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Sometimes…

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Art journal page using coloured ink, wax crayon, biro, watercolour pencil, and words from ‘Sometimes’ by Sheenagh Pugh. My mum’s had this poem pinned up at home for about 20 years, but it never stops feeling relevant, and hopeful. Every time it says “man”, feel free to add “or woman”, if that’s what’s happening in your part of the world!

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…

Darling buds

Hawthorn blossom

“Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May…” – Shakespeare, Sonnet 18

Blossom in a hedgerow. I say hedgerow…it was more scrub really, but still pretty and good for the wildlife.

Image ©Dark and Bright Art 2016

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