A delicious lunch at the Gylly Cafe and a brief walk on the beach as although the sun was shining, the sea and the sky glorious shades of blue, the wind was bitterly cold and blowing fine sand around.
The crisp cold air makes lovely sunsets.
I have posted this poem before. As the world news gets harder and harder and we feel the fear and despair of so many around the world, Wendell Berry’s words offer some small comfort.
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The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry..
“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 not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
