On being bringers of peace

To be bringers of peace, we have to be carriers of peace.

Yet, this isn’t something we can put on like a coat or a mask. However beautiful.

So, how and where do we replenish our reservoir of peace?

Yesterday, I turned again to the farmer/poet Wendell Berry to reset my heart.

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.

+ Wendell Berry, from The Peace of Wild Things & other poems, 2018

Where is your place of peace?

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿