Hi friends!
I haven't been feeling well since yesterday, so I'm going to take my own medicine and have a rest week on this week's newsletter.
Having spent an amazing weekend camping under the stars, I've been reminded of the power of nature to restore us.
I'll leave you this week with a beautiful poem from Wendell Berry that encapsulates this idea better than I could.
See you next week.
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ONE IDEA | The Peace of Wild Things
by 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 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.
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Words of Wisdom
"For a time, I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
— Wendell Berry
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