This morning to shake off the news of recent days I drove to Rodeo Beach but then didn’t feel up for ocean waves so paused at the lagoon and sat quietly hoping to see otters. I saw a gathering of gulls splashing away, and a duck gliding by.
Children passed by guided on nature trips but mainly it was quiet as I watched the change in light and waves.
The words of this poem by Wendell Berry came to me.
The Peace of Wild Things
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.