5th November 2024

 

The Peace Of Wild Things

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

Why that poem? yesterday I was hunting around my books for the Welsh vicar R. S. Thomas gloomy poems.  A favourite of both mine and Weaver of Grasses heart. But I could not find the one I wanted.  Today of course has brought a different set of circumstances, the beginning of the voting in America, so perhaps an American farmer will do equally well.  

So as dawn struggles to emerge through the cloudy grey skies and I wait for the geese to come in to their daytime quarters.  I will recommend another video to listen to.  Again it is a historic look back through the history of Russia and the Soviet Union but Professor Tim Snyder is seemingly an academic well read, so you will find him here.  Also, if you go to Youtube he has is own space in which he talks.  I will not plead mercy for it being political, or topical and should not be on a blog.  Unless we get politics and history firmly learnt about there is no point to grumbling about our own British small history.

So having girded up my loins today ??? Well the last few weeks I have been nervous of putting my quilt together, but after breakfast I cleared the kitchen table and once the shopping is done with, will lay the three layers together and pin them.

And small fact learnt from watching Alice Roberts the other day on her travels round the East.  Turkey was unfolded in full beautiful colour and that glorious blue, turquoise colour tiles that I love so much.  Of course, turquoise/Turkey, though the word meandered through the French as well.

This is the wool I am spinning at the moment, my camera on the phone has coloured it almost turquoise but in real life it is a much gentler blue the blue of a bird's egg.