today is the anniversary of D-Day and the 10th anniversary of the Snowden Reprts and the 8th anniversary on the eve of a pilgrimage that would profoundlly uproot my life and so perfume these re-memberings with some healing balm:

“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 ~

may we all rest in the grace of wildpeace and feel free intending wholeheartedly the world of harmony that is our birthright…

namaste’