Back in late June we had the privilege of leaving our city lives behind for a week in exchange for the beautiful homesteading lives of our good friends. We packed up our family and headed out to their land while they enjoyed a little break from their normal rhythm of life. We got to collect eggs, feed animals and tend to gardens. We took lots of walks and enjoyed sweet time together talking, playing and laughing. It was so much fun to get up each morning and tend to the farm chores together and then go inside and eat fresh eggs with one another around the farmhouse table. Being out in a wide-open space was so lovely as well. The kids could roam as they pleased and the calm and quiet was so welcoming. Our last day there, we celebrated Kevin’s birthday – farm chores and all! Thank you sweet “R” family for giving us this opportunity!
I love this poem by Wendell Berry, it seems to have captured how we felt as we left.
The Peace of Wild Things
BY WENDELL BERRY
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.