Reflection 7.19.17

07/19/2017

When despair for the world grows in me … 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, from his poem “The Peace of Wild Things”


Reflection 6.20.17

06/20/2017

The creation is not in any sense independent of the Creator, the result of a primal creative act long over and done with, but is the continuous, constant participation of all creatures in the being of God.

~Wendell Berry, from his essay Christianity and the Survival of Creation


Reflection 9.18.16

09/18/2016

There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places.

~Wendell Berry, Given


Reflection 9.12.16

09/12/2016

There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places.

Wendell Berry, Given


Reflection 7.15.16

07/15/2016

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Reflection 10.15.15

10/15/2015

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Reflection 5.30.14

05/30/2014

The way we are, we are members of each other. All of us. Everything. The difference ain’t in who is a member and who is not, but in who knows it and who don’t.

~Wendell Berry, The Wild Birds