Updated: Apr 20
Only in Colorado can we go from tulips to a foot of snow in a matter of hours! Yet I am grateful for the beauty and quiet of nature, especially in this coronavirus season.
Life can change in a moment. Years ago, my husband had a life-threatening injury, a four-vertebrae broken neck, that was a life shift for me. I was in my late thirties, teaching full-time, raising, with my husband, our three middle school aged children. For days he was in the neurological ICU, his head in a halo, his bed rocking from side to side as he couldn’t move. I remember our doc friend saying to me, he’s neurologically intact at the moment, but with C 4-7 broken and crushed, we just don’t know the future. Well then, I thought, I would rest in the moment, hope for the best, live life one day at a time. It ended so much better than it should have. A week later, he had a successful four vertebrae spinal fusion, and years later, other than restricted head movement and some numbness, he’s great. We were fortunate. But I never forgot the importance, the goodness of living life one moment at a time.
Wendell Berry can teach much about this. Thanks to the resident who shared the poem below, my introduction to Wendell Berry years ago.
The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry
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.