Greetings fellow Toads. It has been too long. I am as you may now know spending most of my time in a woodland cabin, away from the maelstrom that is our world today, seeking a little corner of peace for the moment. My life has turned upside down recently and this wee haven is allowing me time and space to re-group.
So what better subject to pen a poem on. Peace. How and where do you find it? What does it look and feel like? Can we have peace when others do not?
I have intermittent access to internet so apologies If I am slow to read and comment.
Here is a favourite of mine by Wendell Berry
When despair 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
As always once you have written your poem link up to Mr Linky and visit and read/comment on the other Toads work.
I wish you peace in your endeavours.
"I have lost my smile
but don't worry.
The dandelion has it"
Thich Nhat Hanh. Peace is every step. The path of mindfulness in everyday life.