When It's Time to Reset


I was caught up in doing. Getting this done, getting that done.

Lists. Checkmarks. Still so much to do.

I needed a reset.

Why do I forget how much I need to be out in the natural world?

It is how my soul breathes, it's where I become myself.

But I get caught up sometimes. So much to DO!

And then this morning, I said, no. No doing chores or purging

(oh, the endless purging of stuff!), no picking up or organizing.

But, on the positive side, last night's purging had led to a find.

As I placed old jewelry in various boxes to go various places,

I found a necklace I had forgotten.

And it helped me remember: Be the Tree. My first blog post, reminding me who I am.

I already had planned to head outdoors right after my waffles.

Then this poem arrived in my inbox.

Everything slowed. The internal weight I had been carrying dissipated.

And his words also resonated with the grief I feel for so many in our country, so many in the world, the grief I have been too exhausted to bear.

I put on my boots, strapped on binoculars.

I needed to be amongst the peace of wild things.

Thank you, Wendell Berry.

The Peace of Wild Things

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

#stoprushing #findingmypath #bethetree

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