A Brief Pause.
This is the final week of school here in the Yukon. As a result, I am quite fatigued due to the rambunctious energy kids tend to have this time of year. Most school staff are anticipating a time of rest, however, I have just accepted a role as an Outdoor Facilitator that starts next week. Although I am thrilled by this opportunity, I do not have the aforementioned time of rest to anticipate. As a moment of reprive, I want to leave you with a poem from Wendell Berry that reminds me to pause.
The Peace of Wild Things
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.
