Peace of Wild Things

Los Padres National Forest     Photo Credit: S Wave The sharing of this poem is dedicated to my grandmother, Maxine, who turns 93 today. This is one of her favorite poems an it always reminds me of how she has demonstrated to me how to “rest in the grace of the world.” She does this not only with words, but with her own actions. I’ve watched and learned much from her. The accompanying pictures are of her own little wild thing, her first great-grandchild, Charlotte. I’ve also included places I’ve recently traveled in California that I think she would love to see.

The Peace of Wild Things BY WENDELL BERRY

Topanga Dance 1  Photo Credit: S Wave

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 drakeTopanga Dance 2 Photo Credit: S Wave

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.

Happy Birthday, Grandmother. I love you in the day and night. I love you in the happy and sad. I love you in the near or far. I love you in the nows, thens, and to comes. xoxo

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Secondhand Wisdom for 2015 (or at least for January)

It’s been an odd 2015 so far. Challenging and unexpected feelings and events already taking place. I’m choosing not to read into it all that much. Things happen when they happen. There’s not ALWAYS a reason.

One event that I thought I would share with Life As a Wave readers pertains to my fabulous and feisty grandmother, ~~~M Wave~~~, nonagenarian and past contributor to Life As a Wave (check out her posts, What’s New With Being Old and Remembering a Sip of Cream). Just a few days ago she fell at her home and broke her arm so badly that she had to have surgery to reset it. That gave us all a good scare of course and a good post-holiday slap across the face to stop us from belly-aching about all the sugar we ate and remember instead what is really important.

One of the things I treasure the most about my grandmother is how she is still one of the first people I want to call when I’m at my wit’s end and need a strong female voice to pull me off the ledge. “What will I ever do without her??” I sometimes worry. Luckily we are both planners and we have already made a pact that no matter who goes first we will make our best effort to visit one another from the beyond. So that’s covered.

While I was visiting her from California this New Years she shared with me an analogy that she recently heard. I can’t remember where, so now it is just hers. 🙂 It goes like this…

Living life is like driving a car. Looking at your past is like using your rear view mirror…it is a small view and should only require a brief glance. Looking toward your future though is like looking out the windshield…the viewpoint is much larger and the looking quite longer. If you spend all your time looking in the rearview, you’ll surely crash. Move forward and enjoy the wide view of your future ahead. 

Photo by S Wave. Los Padres National Park

Photo by S Wave. Los Padres National Park

A little something to help us along through a new January, a new year and an ever new life. Happy New Year everyone! Keep looking forward and tell the people you love that you love them.

~~~S Wave~~~