During a time when vacation means using any extra funds to return to the East Coast to visit family, during a time when vacation means flying across country, driving between states, filling days with plans made weeks in advance, and negotiating many people’s schedules, the idea of not over-planning or over-doing sounds so sweet!
Next week, at some point still undetermined, my guy, Kevin, and I are going to pack up and leave town for a while. We’re thinking warm, peaceful, and calm. Perhaps Death Valley or Joshua Tree National Park. I’ve never been to either, and I’ll be thrilled to visit one or both! I think I’ll read the following poem everyday till we leave:
The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry
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.