We have lots of rain in Georgia this year. Grass is so green and vibrant that it’s hard imagine that in months to come summer winds will dry it to brown. Walking early in the day, after the rain is magical. The music of birds singing adds to the magic. I feel wonderfully alive. My senses are overwhelmed with delight. A soft breeze caresses my face and I see the vibrant green of the spring foliage and the scent of flowers blooming. I forget the news I heard yesterday, the tasks I must complete. I forget pollen is bothering me, I simply rest in the grlorious moment. I am filled with gratitude for this day and this moment.
I love reading poetry that reflects the way I feel. Here is one that speaks to me.
The Peace of Wild Things
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.