berry picking

We caught this Cedar Waxwing enjoying some salmonberries.

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.
Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry


9 thoughts on “berry picking

  1. I’ve missed some great stuff, I can see. How I love Cedar waxwings. You got such a fantastic shot, with that one twisting its neck to get at the salmonberry.
    I think that Wendell Berry quote should be like the naturalist’s Lord’s Prayer. It sums it all up.


  2. Yes, the “grace of the world,” where the complications of human life can be/are left behind…where they don’t exist, really…out in that “peace of wild things.”

    Beautiful captures, Gunta…and wonderfully chosen words (again), too…. Thank you. 🙂


    • Oh heavens! I know I replied to this in my mind, but apparently it didn’t get to the send button! 😦
      There are berries around here that seem to get the birds a bit tipsy (not a good thing when they start crashing into windows!), but I don’t believe the salmonberries have reached the liqueur stage yet! 😀

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