This weekend, we watched the movie Finding Nemo with my almost four year old grandson.  Having seen it as an adult, I didn’t expect it to be so traumatic for a child that age.  First, Nemo is lost and the father is frantic.  Then Nemo is captured by a diver attempting to save a life, but to grandson it was torture to see Nemo trapped in a bowl.

After the movie we went online to look at all the sea creatures in the movie, and to explain the story a little more clearly.  What’s with me now is how our planet is like a fish bowl.  We share an aquarium that circulates water and air, and right now the disturbances, for us all, are huge.

Thinking of Wendell Berry’s poem “The Peace of Wild Things”, I went to the marsh to “rest with the grace of the world” and be free.