Be joyful, though you have considered all the facts.
“There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say “It is yet more difficult than you thought.” This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works as an obstruction, to baffle us and deflect our intended course. It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.”― Wendell Berry
a special thank you to the Rev. Brian Cole
Image – Un-Splash
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here. –
So much of this world is in turmoil. Both far away and very near. Take care not to let it consume you. Along with turmoil there can be a far-reaching sense of scarcity. There are those who have more than they could ever need and others who have nothing. The images before us are scary and often heart-breaking.
We have little ‘control’ over the BIG picture. But in the streets where we live, there we can make a difference. There we can help transform the fear of scarcity into the peace of abundance. As we live in faith – knowing that ‘what we need is here’, may seeds of hope be planted.
(Blue Heron by Isaac Bignell, 1959-1995, Canadian Cree artist)
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
we live in a time with the sound of the slightest night noise can awaken our hearts with worry. No one knows what to expect – bombarded with news, repetitive and fantastical, our minds are filled with words of warning and images of horror. We all need a guide to a place that settles our anxious hearts and reminds us of something greater – may Wendell Berry be that guide for you today.