day five

I gotta be honest. I'm struggling to find joy today. Yes, I went for a walk and it was beautiful, but there were too many things swirling in my head to really enjoy it. Of course in the bigger picture, things are good and I am grateful. But in my little corner of the universe, I am sad. So, I will leave you with a poem from Wendell Berry and call it a day. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

When despair 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 for their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.