On the peace of where to stand

Yesterday, the girls chose to shelter from the storm in some unexpected places. They have a superb knack for knowing when and where.

And later, on the hillside, I stood out of the wind between gorse bushes to think about what to write.

We sometimes need to relinquish our ‘heroes of the world’ capes. And choose with courage and humility where to stand.

Because these days are not for the ‘change the world’ rallying cries.

But neither are they for hiding away out of sight.

Instead, we need wisdom and generative insight to judge where we can make a difference and seed hope and water grace.

I am reminded of these choices in Wendell Berry’s beautiful poem:


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’ Penguin, 2018

And there is an after.

There is always an after.

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿

This week

Was unexpected. For all of us. In many different ways. Finding the space to pause becomes even more critical amid the fractures we encounter.

A few good words

I know Baratunde Thurston as a comedian, writer and media entrepreneur. And his conversation with Krista Tippett for last week’s On Being podcast was a tonic! Recorded at the Aspen Ideas Festival earlier in the year, the timing was perfect: How to Be a Social Creative.

Revel in the exchange 🌿