Friday, February 25, 2011

The Peace of Wild Things

God Bless you, Wendell Berry

"When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."
Wendell Berry

"I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods."

 The healing shadow

Photo below: Goodbye, Columbus
Our lakou on Mon Bouton proper looks sad for the most part because it is the end of summer and I am leaving. others, however, are happy to be in a picture! I have used the term "Mon Bouton" to refer loosely and mistakenly to the whole mountain zone. From here, in the U.S., we seem always to be looking to label a "village," or a "center" for these mountains. It has been a struggle to explain that, there "is no there there," indeed. Homes are scattered like confetti, a goodly distance apart, along a scraggly, difficult path that winds and unwinds. occasionally, there is a cluster, a lakou, of closely related or in-marrying folks, such as those on Mon Bouton proper. We look in vain for the equivalent of our "Main Street" - what does that say about us!Imagine, Columbus was looking for India, didn't know what hit him, or what he hit..Good-bye, Columbus!

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