The Peace of Wild Things
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
His Holines the Dalai Lama had a gall-stone removed today (probably his whole gall bladder, I expect):
See this AP video.
I often think about His Holiness. I have this huge poster of him in my office – his eyes simultaneously showing profound joy and compassion but also great, great suffering – no doubt the suffering of his people that he carries with him at all times.