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Smoke on the Mountain

It's smoky once more, as the wildfires have moved into Virginia.  The air is cold and the day is bright.  After a long week and even longer weekend, it seems right to start the week with hope.  Maybe I just have really sweet friends, but I can see so much love and grace these days.  I saw two rainbows last Wednesday, and that means we got a touch of rain!  There are little signs, here and there, that God truly is in His heaven.

Hornet's Nest

I can tell that my children have picked up on our anxiety.  Everything seems out of sorts lately, despite all the usual things being in place: rhythm, rest, movement, meals, stories, and so on.  They just know.  I've been turning over the idea of civil disobedience in a home with young children in it.  My instincts match those of many others--it is my place right now to show them that the world is good, to make the world what we wish it to be.  It is not time to put ourselves into the chaos until we are all firmly planted on the Earth.  Other people have other approaches, but that one is ours.  It is the small ways we show love that mean the most.  Some dear friends have been so sweet to me lately and it is like a big hug across the miles.  How I wish to bless others in a similar way!

Witch Hazel

I don't have many words these days, but lots of thoughts. I expect we'll find some profound landscape this week for nature school.  I always, always love this poem 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.


( 6 trees — Plant a Forest )
Nov. 14th, 2016 11:26 pm (UTC)
This post was like healing balm to me, Brandy. Thank you. ♥

Nov. 15th, 2016 12:05 pm (UTC)
You are most welcome. I picked up one of your chapbooks Sunday and turned to the very quotation the vicar used at church, the one from Martin Luther about planting his apple tree. <3 Many small miracles.
Nov. 15th, 2016 06:17 am (UTC)
What a beautiful poem. Someone else on my flist mentioned Wendell Berry. I'd never heard of her (him?) now I feel like I need to find more.

I saw 5 rainbows recently and it gave me profound hope. Nature's strength is amazing that way.

Edited at 2016-11-15 06:17 am (UTC)
Nov. 15th, 2016 12:05 pm (UTC)
It is. I turn to it often. Here are some more: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/wendell-berry#about I really enjoy his poems and his stories. I think he captures life where I am very well.

Five rainbows! Wow!
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Nov. 24th, 2016 09:22 am (UTC)
That poem is like a hymn I turn to. It always refocuses things. :-)
( 6 trees — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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