Respite

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair grows in me
And I wake in the middle of 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 presence of still water.
I come into the peace of wild things
Who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
Waiting for their light.
For a time,
I rest in the grace of the world
And am free.

William Blake

I need to go away for a while. Regain me. Sleep under the stars. Sit by a fire on the beach. Cleanse myself. Feel my own insignificance. Find the sregnth I need for the adventure ahead.