March 18, 2013

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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Creative Life

Over the years I've pursued many creative activities and crafts. The ones that have stuck with me so far are cooking, knitting, jewelry, songwriting/singing, and poetry. This album will share odds and ends of my stuff.