Monday Message: Grace of the World

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

State of the Union

I was listening to NPR on my way to pick up groceries before yet another snowstorm. “Call now and tell us what you want President Obama to say in his State of the Union address tonight,” the announcer said, enthusiastically. I laughed a little. As much as I am a proponent of the good work […]