A Pause For Beauty
One ought every day at least to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture,
and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words. - Goethe
. . .
Joy and woe are woven fine
What is a thunderstorm, to a bird?
- John Hay
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, The Peace Of Wild Things
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine;
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
It is right it should be so;
We are made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Through the world we safely go.
- William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
. . .
A revised draft of one of the more important chapters of my upcoming book,
What is your objective?
What is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
the latest draft of the entire book:
Creating A Life Worth Living:
The Art Of Living And Creating On Your Own Terms
There will be many revisions prior to publication, projected for November.