Poem for a Sunday Morning

The Peace of Wild Things {Wendell Berry} 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 theContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”

#45 – Integrity

“The more coherent one becomes within oneself as a creature, the more one fully enters into the communion of all creatures.” {Wendell Berry} When my daughter was in elementary school one of her classrooms had the following sign over the door: THE DOOR OF INTEGRITY: I am responsible for everything I think, say, do andContinue reading “#45 – Integrity”

Poem for a Sunday Morning

Before Dark {Wendell Berry} From the porch at dusk I watched a kingfisher wild in flight he could only have made for joy. He came down the river, splashing against the water’s dimming face like a skipped rock, passing on down out of sight. And still I could hear the splashes farther and farther awayContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”

Poem for a Sunday Morning

The fine people at the Apple Corporation decided to include in a recent software update a feature for tracking my screen time. Each week I receive a notification that tells me the average amount of time I am on my phone each day and the percentage increase or decrease from the previous week. I didContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”

What you are doing is exploring.

Exploring {Wendell Berry} Always in the deep wood when you leave Familiar ground and step off alone into a New place there will be, along with feelings Of curiosity and excitement, a little nagging Of dread. It is an ancient fear of the unknown And it is your first bond with the wilderness You areContinue reading “What you are doing is exploring.”