Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage – Year 6 – Day 172 – 6/6/2019

Jo Beall
sometimes,we intend on going somewhere and then something takes you somewhere else… this describes my days of late… i intend on waking up wrapped in original blessin, instead, i awaken wrapped in a pervasive sadness, a grief that feels like it belongs to us all… today’s emerge and see was  hp crashing and losing so much… a moment of despair and grief flew in followed many moments later by a wildpeace and gratitude for a day of presence unencumbered with a device, a day to reflect on the soul and the messiness of birthing and re-birthing as we collectively journey down the birth canal…
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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.
~ Wendell Berry ~
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may we all rest in grace and feel  free…

namaste’