Reading the blog The Hammock Papers this morning, I was deeply touched by this post. It speaks to me in a quiet way about so much. I am grateful to Rob Firchau for posting it.
Losing too is still ours; and even forgetting still has a shape in the kindgdom of transformation. When something’s let go of, it circles; and though we are rarely the center of the circle, it draws around us its unbroken, marvelous curve. - Rainer Maria Rilke
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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