If ever there were a spring day so perfect,so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made you want to throwopen all the windows in the house and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,indeed, rip the little door from its jamb, a day when the cool brick pathsand the garden bursting with peonies… Continue reading * Today *
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do… Continue reading * The Peace of Wild Things *
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