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 ocean is exhilarating, even on the overcast wilder days; add a rodeo, rides, and good old American cowboys and the weekend is pretty near perfect. Happy Independence Day!
sounds of today: here
photos from Bloom Grow Love

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