The Peace of Wild Things

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”
~ John Muir

Big Maple branching out to the sky
Big Maple branching out to the sky

Sleeping In The Forest
I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better
~ Mary Oliver, Twelve Moon

Walking in the forest/Autumn 2015
Walking in the forest/Autumn 2015

Day after day I take the bus, the train, then walk and back all over again

The test says I’m cut for it and therefore I should stay

Certificates, degrees, status, formalities

I never really cared

Deadlines, assignments, commitments…

My heart is somewhere else

Four years old, already in love with the forests and the trees: the old giant ombu, the incredible eucalyptuses, the laughing poplars…

Everyone else playing sports, chatting about nonsense and me, the child of the woods, laying under a tree, hidden in the forest, playing with twigs, worms and leaves

Nature, always part of my life...from the beginning
Nature, always part of my life…from the beginning

The Monster comes closer and sometimes screams, but I’m no longer afraid

I’m not afraid of the eternal cycle of return and rebirth, in a way, I look forward to it

When things go wrong, when all starts to fade, I return

The loneliness creeping higher, the many ghosts hiding…

And opposed to the human world, my tree friends never disappoint…

The amazing Big Maple
The amazing Big Maple

“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 – The Peace of Wild Things

2 Comments on “The Peace of Wild Things

  1. wonderful Silvia … I also just viewed the full david holmgren video interview from your sidebar… empowering and ultimately filled with hope and balance… a special thanks for posting this… it has lifted my spirits. All the best to you for a good christmas, with peace and love …. in friendship, Bruce.

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    • David Holmgren is my hero. He has a clarity in vision, analysis and thinking I truly admire. I translated his “Crash on Demand” a year or more ago and it made my admiration for him to grow even further. Great to know you had the time to watch the full interview video, I enjoyed it a lot too! Happy winter solstice and holidays and hope 2016 brings healing, managed degrowth and deeper Permaculture to all of us! 🙂

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